Humble Light
The dust is settling on the old paved road
Your shadow stretches long beneath the heavy load
The sky turned a shade of bruised and hollow grey
But the compass in your palm won't point the other way
Every bridge you crossed and burned to cinders in the night
Was just a crooked path to find a different kind of light
God will never leave you standing in the rain alone
Even when the garden walls are overgrown with stone
Through the valley where the bitter seeds were sown
He is the marrow in the hollow of your bone
God will never leave you wandering on your own
The prophets in the marketplace have packed their wooden stalls
There is a silence hanging heavy in the hallways and the halls
You traded your silver for a handful of dry sand
Watching every grain of salt slip through your shaking hand
But there is a name inscribed upon the folding of the leaf
A constant steady hand to tether every sudden grief
God will never leave you standing in the rain alone
Even when the garden walls are overgrown with stone
Through the valley where the bitter seeds were sown
He is the marrow in the hollow of your bone
God will never leave you wandering on your own
God will never leave you standing in the rain alone
Even when the garden walls are overgrown with stone
Even
when the garden walls are overgrown with stone
Through the valley where the bitter seeds were sown
He is the marrow in the hollow of your bone
God will never leave you wandering on your own