Down to the Altar

Lie on your back to find direction

The stars are clear but only flashing

Can't see the hands that paint the picture

With broad strokes on canvas lined

Genesis, so long ago

Old man will die upon his old boat

The womb is dry, the prophet spoken

And evil in the letters penned

And we go down to the altar

To find the strength we need

I saw the angel passing over me

And we go down to the altar

And fall upon our knees

Sweet angel, sweet angel cover me

There is escape, there is escape

From all the marks that we bear

There is escape, there is escape

From all the marks that we bear

There is escape, there is escape

From all the marks that we bear

And we go down to the altar

To find the strength we need

I saw the angel passing over me