The stangers attacking Our hearts are all lacking But God means nothing to them The hit-men hold coupons And say God is gone Or trying to do me
As I go for honeyed bread I wear a net upon my head To keep the bees outside instead of landing on my face Their nest is for the bread to bake A round
And you know I'm so bad, don't you? Can't even breathe on my own two feet. I'm constantly trying to compete with myself. And I see you're so good. How
You were baptizing in aenon's sink, When the master received credit You were ready to shrink in the background And not jealously, You weren't thinking
Go down, sit in the dust, daughter of Babylon Sit on the ground without a throne No more will you be called a??tendera?? or a??delicatea?? Take millstones
Like you've set-free Waters Red Sea, See me separate from myself please, Rescue from the drowning chariot. I'm confounded, Once you've drowned it
From lips of children You'll be praised We see the heavens raised To make room for Your glory A generation that's to come Will make up song and
If the spirit you'll enroll Earth outside of Ghost will only be quicksand Garden was your dwelling place But now you have been banned Garden is overgrown So take me by the hand
All the beasts would be stoned grazing on that mountain for grazes Even the sparrow'd be arrowed When she touched those higher places. And amount
Take some wheat, barley, and beans too Lentils, millet, spelt, some bread for you Gather-up your fuel from the loo Bake your bread over human poo a
herding Feed your goat to feed the fire Goats are fuel for fires burning Goats and lambs on either hand Lambs on hand for righteous yearning Lambs with hands
Made a house of prostitution Supposed to be a house of God It felt more like the flea market And not the home of Aaron's rod You can't see budding
Levite lost concubine, she ran away Went down to Bethlehem, and there to stay Levite arrived, to bring her back Her father was so glad, he was so glad
Keeping your eyes peeled for the master Open-up and look-around for God See His works And find Him standing near us Be alert His presence to applaud
Forefather, foreskin, cut the flesh off within One hundred years old, you lifted your robe In a promise you laid, you believed what God said Grandfather
I got a-rested so I'm free, Growing repentant in the penitentiary, Stripes on my clothes Because your stripes bought my release And they let me fall
Some will trust in a chariot Some will trust in a horse But we trust in the name of the Lord Our God will carry us Chariots will rust right off their
Trying each others' glasses on, And comparing just how blind, And I need a more powerful sight, And I tell you this I fear, I'm the blinder one my
