Woven Hand The Laughing Stalk
THE LAUGHING STALK
Into the center
the lots are cast
oh the here I Am
the laughing stalk laughs
in here...you are...his eyes
selah selah
selah selah
unto him we rise
It is Yahweh who hath opened
Jehovah hath made a way
Immanuel...Immanuel eternal day
O my holy prince
first...risen before us
upheld by his own holiness
he has made known...salvation unto the Lord alone
To the apostate he allots our fields
ask of me
I will give to thee
the wild tree
do our hearts not burn within us
the two of us...you and me
Taking unto himself
every kindness in and under heaven
unto him is rendered...selah
unto him returns
who is like unto him
he exalts himself to sit
Abraham Abraham
here I am here I am
Do think to him
before the silver cord is broken
the golden bowl is crushed
the vessel by the well shattered to dust
every turning wheel seized in rust
Taking unto himself
every kindness in and under heaven
unto him is rendered...selah
unto him returns
who is like unto him
he exalts himself to sit
Abraham Abraham
here I am here I am
