Tuesday, February 8, 2011

maker

Oh, Oh Deep water

Black, and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
in the eyes of the Maker



I could not see

for fog in my eyes
I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance i saw a light
John Baptist
walking to me with the Maker



My body is bent and broken

by long and dangerous sleep
I can work the fields of Abraham
and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
in the hands of the Maker



Brother John

Have you seen the homeless daughters
standing there
with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker


oh river rise from your sleep....

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