Lyrics of The widowing field

Jars Of Clay

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Im 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

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