Jars Of Clay "The Widowing Field" |
Jars Of Clay - The Widowing Field I'm sure that I could never make it through the night without you here the fires in the sky illuminate the demons closing in have mercy on my soul if I am not the last have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go as I crawl around these trails and fight upon this widowing field the ground below is bare and burned at the places I have learned to trust You have mercy on my soul if I am not the last have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go I am not the last to go when even silence sets my heart to racing I will lift my eyes to you please, Father, find me have mercy on my soul... have mercy on my soul if I am not the last have mercy on my soul if I am not the last have mercy on my soul if I am not the last have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |