Wrench In The Works Walk Amongst The Tombstones
Living a life in the lost has been killing you.
This deception you give chase is a dream you will never
run down.
Dreams fell from your hands like the dust of a desert
season.
My heart asks for you. These eyes see your pain.
Disappointment is the daily grind. One more fix,
another failure, one more time.
Life is full of seasons – and all seasons must come to
an end.
The lights in your eyes grow dim. This salt will never
fill... the holes in your soul.
Sanctification is the death that every saint must live
through.
A trial by fire burning from the inside out with Truth.
Hope fail and struggle still breaking your will against
the will of God.
My heart asks for you. These eyes see your pain. My
soul believes it’s true.
Playing mistakes of pleasure and pain. Grieve the
spirit, the Blood cleanses in the end.
The lights in your eyes grow dim. This salt will never
fill... the holes in your soul.
Memories like a wrong...a wrong number in a long line
of dead men.
These ruined years, this wasted mind.
Your life and glory are worth more than you choose to
know.
Humbled under the weight of a mighty hand, to be lifted
up in due time truly stand.
That face used to have such zeal. My heart asks for
you.
These eyes see your pain. My soul believes it’s true.
