The field is burning,
strife is your sup,
feelings are crackling like twigs
I see a spark singe.
It was a long time ago
the snow was falling,
messengers were sent,
you felt their breeze
anointing so sweet.
Distance is not what you think,
discrepancies are wiped aside.
I never forget
for whom I sent.
It's cold now and you fear
does the Father forgive.
I know you
See the nicks, bruises and scars,
in the garden you held a spear,
I feel your wounds
never look away.
Slowly I call,
sweet and low,
calm into the torrent
your heart's desire
and I wait...
strife is your sup,
feelings are crackling like twigs
I see a spark singe.
It was a long time ago
the snow was falling,
messengers were sent,
you felt their breeze
anointing so sweet.
Distance is not what you think,
discrepancies are wiped aside.
I never forget
for whom I sent.
It's cold now and you fear
does the Father forgive.
I know you
See the nicks, bruises and scars,
in the garden you held a spear,
I feel your wounds
never look away.
Slowly I call,
sweet and low,
calm into the torrent
your heart's desire
and I wait...
