Isaiah’s Serenade
Isaiah walks the dusty road alone
Carries stories in his weathered hands
Sun sets low on fields of gold
Searching for the promised land (ohhh)
Isaiah,
oh Isaiah
Where the river meets the sky
Isaiah, hold the line
Your light will never die
Through the valleys dark and wide
Voices call from deep inside
Isaiah keeps his steady pace
Grace is written on his face (hmmm)
Isaiah,
oh Isaiah
Where the river meets the sky
Isaiah, hold the line
Your light will never die
And the wind it whispers low
Carry on, don't let go
Isaiah, oh Isaiah
Where the river meets the sky
Isaiah, hold the line
Your light will never die