Dead Horse

Here is my harvest of heartbreak

Here is my threshing of tears

I'd give you my dream but I lost it

Down in the locust years

Still praise is the song that I'm singing

Even though sorrow's my tune

My love is only a whisper now

But nothing is wasted with you

Here is my secret miscarriage

Here is my public divorce

Nobody taught me to let go

So I learned how to beat a dead horse

Now all of my altars are empty 

Except for this lone hallelu

The heat of your fire's just a memory

But nothing is wasted with you

Hungry as a mother who cannot find her child

We keep missing each other I'm in the liquor aisle

Prostrated in your glory I am bowed low under this

Either nothing is wasted or everything is 

Here in the Holy of holies

Here by the blood of the lamb 

Words I have said all my life and believe

but still I do not understand 

But I want to live in your presence

However inopportune

The heat of your fire's just a memory

But nothing is wasted with you

My love is only a whisper now

But nothing is wasted with you