Jars Of Clay The Widowing Field
I'm sure that I could never make it through a night without you here
The fire in the skies illuminates the demons closing in.
Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last,
Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go.
As I crawl along these trails and fight upon this widowing field.
The ground below is bare and burned in the places I have learned to trust you.
Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last,
Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go
If I am not the last to go,
Believe in silence sets my heart to racing.
I will lift my eyes to you, please, Father, find me.
Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last,
Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go
