A voice cries.
Prepare in the wilderness.
And we utter too our sighs.
In all our distress.

Make a straight highway.
For our God across the desert.
And we too find our own way.
Removing , we pray, all hurt.

Let every valley be filled in.
Every mountain and hill be laid low.
A chance for our destiny to begin.
So that we may in our spirit, grow.

Let every cliff become a plain.
And let us remove every stain.

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Prepare wilderness
And make too a  straight  Highway
Every hill laid low

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See Isaiah 40 : 1-11