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The Widowing Field

Jars Of Clay - The Widowing Field

I'm sure that I could never
make it through the night without you here
the fires in the sky
illuminate 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 around these trails
and fight upon this widowing field
the ground below is bare and burned
at 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
I am not the last to go

when even silence sets my heart to racing
I will lift my eyes to you
please, Father, find me

have mercy on my soul...
have mercy on my soul
if I am not the last
have mercy on my soul
if I am not the last
have mercy on my soul
if I am not the last
have mercy on my soul
if I am not the last to go