Текст (слова) песни: Jars Of Clay - The Widowing Field
I`m sure that I could never make it through a night without you here The 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 go
If 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
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