You said, "It's time to come home.
You've wandered out here alone"
But what you couldn't see
Is I wasn't lost
And what you had to say
Was hard to shake off
Your right hand was blackened with ink
Eyes fixed lest you should blink
My heart was heavy and sick
From your penetrant stare
I felt humanity fade
Into the air
And you almost lost me there.
Praise God from whom blessings flow
Praise Him, creatures below
Praise Him up above, you heavenly hosts
Praise the Father, the Son, and Holy Ghost
from Seven Songs
released November 1, 2015
Jeremy Yaddaw - Vocals, guitar, piano, drums
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