Jars Of Clay - The Widowing Field Lyrics
Jars Of Clay - The Widowing FieldI'm sure that I could nevermake it through the night without you herethe fires in the skyilluminate the demons closing inhave mercy on my soulif I am not the lasthave mercy on my soulif I am not the last to goas I crawl around these trailsand fight upon this widowing fieldthe ground below is bare and burnedat the places I have learned to trust Youhave mercy on my soulif I am not the lasthave mercy on my soulif I am not the last to goI am not the last to gowhen even silence sets my heart to racingI will lift my eyes to youplease, Father, find mehave mercy on my soul...have mercy on my soulif I am not the lasthave mercy on my soulif I am not the lasthave mercy on my soulif I am not the lasthave mercy on my soulif I am not the last to go