Текст песни Jars Of Clay - The Widowing Field
Jars Of Clay - The Widowing Field слова песни
I`m sure that I could never make it through a night without you hereThe fire in the skies illuminates the demons closing in.Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last, Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go.As I crawl along these trails and fight upon this widowing field.The ground below is bare and burned in the places I have learned to trust you.Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last, Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to goIf I am not the last to go,Believe in silence sets my heart to racing.I will lift my eyes to you, please, Father, find me.Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last, Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go