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 life

And from across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light

Jean Baptiste's walking to me with the MakerMy 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 edenBurning in the eyes of the Maker

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Burning in the eyes of the Maker...Oh, river rise from your sleep...