God’s Quiet Sorrow

(ahhhh) We build temples in the quiet dark

We blow on embers

praying for a spark

But the rain falls heavy on the just and blind Leaving all

our wishes

far behind

Oh, love is a modern deity we chase

Seeking mercy in an empty place

But the hands of heaven

never turn the key

We only get the hunger,

not the feast (mmm-mmm)

I watched a mother

bend her knees and pray

For a winter sun

to warm the clay

But the clay stays frozen

and the night rolls in

And we learn to live

with what might have been

Oh, love is a modern deity we chase

Seeking mercy in an empty place

But the hands of heaven

never turn the key

We only get the hunger,

not the feast (not the feast)

Empty hands,

open skies (hummmm) No answers

in the quiet sighs