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Martha, the day has slowed now to a heartbeat
Although the earth, it groans
I can feel it in the wind all through the valley
And the rocks and stones, don't you hear them cry?

They say that darkness has overwhelmed our holy mountain
And that the clouds won't rain
They just hang heavy as the hands of all the people
As they gather things and stay alive
Creation sighs

Home, Lord I am ready to go
Won't you come now to me?
Oh, are you around? Don't you know?
Or are you lost at sea?

Remind me of a song that somebody played me about the darkest hour
And how it lingers only moments til the dawn bleeds
Into the eastern morn until it dies
In western skies

Home, Lord I am ready to go
But where's your fire and your wind?
Oh, but you'll come in the way that you please
On this mountainside
So softly, still

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