Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thing That a man's hands can’t ever truly mend Shadow land, desert sand, a man searches For a love that’ll never die
Truth be known, you’re not alone Your aching bones will find a home In place where God, he sets us free
Wake me up before You go I will listen for the sound of Your voice Hear the wind in the trees It goes where it pleases Like the breath in me And all who have breath can sing
When we laid Your body down In the earth and in the ground Oh child, rest Your soul. Will a hope be made good If a word is understood In the day, will we see You again?
Gather round, hear the sound Of a story that’s so old that it’s been told Before time He was born in the flesh and the blood In a world that was dark as hell and dead in sin
Born of the Spirit and the Virgin Child He’s the Son of God, son of man I didn’t recognize that look in His eyes When they cried With a sorrow that no man has ever known
Hang Him high, watch Him die, hear the cry Crucified upon that God forsaken tree And all who have breath can sing
When we laid Your body down In the earth and in the ground Oh Lord, rest Your bones Will a hope be made good If Your words are understood In the day, will we see You again?
Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani? Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
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