Andrew Peterson

Deliver Us

Andrew Peterson


Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile 
Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand 
Our ankles bear no calluses from chains, yet Lord, we're bound 
Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land 

Deliver us, deliver us 
Oh Yahweh, hear our cry 
And gather us beneath your wings tonight 

Our sins they are more numerous than all the lambs we slay 
These shackles they were made with our own hands 
Our toil is our atonement and our freedom yours to give 
So Yahweh, break your silence if you can 

Chorus 

'Jerusalem, Jerusalem 
How often I have longed 
To gather you beneath my gentle wings'