The Maker

Oh, oh deep water

Black and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open

I've run a twisted line

I'm a stranger in the eyes of the makerI could not see for the fog in my eyes

I could not feel for the fear in my lifeFrom across the great divide, in the distance I saw a light

John baptist walking to me with the maker

So my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep

I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away

I'm not a stranger in the hands of the makerBrother John, have you seen the homeless daughters

Standing there with broken wings?

I have seen the flaming swords

There over east of Eden

Burning in the eyes of the maker