The Maker

Oh, oh, deep water

Black and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open

And run a twisted line

I'm not a stranger

in the eyes of the maker I could not see for the fog in my eyes

I could not feel for the fear in my life and from across the great divine

In the distance, I saw lights

John Baptiste walking to me with a maker

My body is bent and broken

Am I alone and dangerously

dangerously. I cannot work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away. I'm not a stranger

In the hands of the maker Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters

Standing there with broken wings I have seen the flaming sword

There over east of Eden

Burning in the eyes of the maker

Burning in the eyes of the maker

Burning in the eyes of the maker

The wall of river ice from your sling The wall of river ice from your sling

Over the rise

From your sleep