The Maker (Live)

Oh, oh deep water

Black and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open

I've run a twisted mile

I'm a stranger in the eyes of The Maker

I could not see, for the fog in my eyes

And I could not feel, for the fear in my life

But from across the great divide

In the distance, I saw light

Jean Baptiste walking to me with The Maker

My body is bent and broken

By long and dangerous seas

But I can't work the fields of Abraham

And turn my head away

I'm not a stranger in the hands of The Maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters

Standing there with broken wings?

Well, I have seen the flaming sword

There, over east of Eden

Burning in the eyes of The Maker

Burning in the eyes of The Maker

Burning in the eyes of The Maker

Oh, river rise from your sleep

Oh, river rise from your sleep

Oh, river rise from your sleep