Thursday, December 09, 2004

Think about it...

Lover
By Derek Webb
Like a man comes to an altar I came into this town
With the world upon my shoulders and promises passed down
And I went into the water and my Father, He was pleased
I built it and I’ll tear it down so you will be set free

But I found thieves and salesmen living in my Father’s house
I know how they got in here and I know how to get ‘em out
I’m turning this place over from floor to balcony
And then just like these doves and sheep, you will be set free

I’ve always been a lover from before I drew a breath
Some things I loved easy and some I loved to death
Because love’s no politician, it listens carefully
Of those who come I can’t lose one, so you will be set free

But go on and take my picture, go on and make me up
Ill still be your defender, you’ll be my missing son
And I’ll send out an army just to bring you back to me
Because regardless of your brother’s lies you will be set free

I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine
So you bring all your history and I’ll bring the bread and wine
And we’ll have us a party, where all the drinks are on Me
Then as surely as the rising sun you will be set free

Christie
posted by Rick and Christie
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