No wonder absconders
find their way to heaven on their hands and knees
you’re only gonna give it to the least of these.
Adoni found my heart,
lying in the hands of the dirty earth
love was steady begging me to open up the door.
You will send
A holy wind
Up above
to groan for them
For the weak
who have no words
Lips like these don’t speak peace.
when all their looking’ for is a lamb to lure,
watch me take advantage of the lock on the door...
Prodigal again Lord,
why am I always prodigal again?
...and I’ve spent it all!
“He never stops waiting on,
Sons to ...