The Sound and the Fury, the spaces between All our distinctions you cast to the sea Lord, how can this be? How can this be?
I’ve been waiting on inspiration He must be gasping in his dreams Cold air turns to condensation And it’s bursting out at the seams
If I were Pilate I’d sever my steady hands From ten feet high and six feet down Did you witness our exchange As Judas sold his home for a grave? For a grave
Though we continued to sink down I saw your face trickle through my once-jaded glass Not removing but filling all the... Subdivided spaces between I held that phantasm at closest scrutiny To ensure that this was you instead of me
Everything is quiet, subsequently alive: All this created and perpetually divine Behold, you make all things anew Die among us so we may die for you Everything is quiet, subsequently alive All this created and perpetually divine Behold, you make all things anew Reside among us so we may live for you How can this be, Lord, how can this be?
Silence O Israel, see the light Wait for the sound Chaos of the Cosmos You won’t relent until we have faces Chaos of the Cosmos From every tide, endlessly you emerge
Make us whole (Make us whole) Piece our body to our puzzled soul Guide our feet so we can wander no more (Make us whole) Let it be so - Christ Inshallah Oh, Incarnation, make us whole!
Neither height nor depth could separate us from your Son Neither life nor death could stand between what you’ve begun As we expire we lift our eyes to you Come wind, come weather Churches in prison praising through the walls You preach petricore as the elect were meant for We lost our lives, you took this war You settled the score, oh you settled the score "Binding the broken, giving sight to the blind," Instilling the host of lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
