John Mark McMillan

Ancient and Brave

John Mark McMillan


Ancient and brave
Do you feel the weight of, every woman's pain?
All of these years
Do you stain your face with, every woman's tears?

While they say, where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?

Ancient and brave
Do you suffer the fate of, every man's rage?
All of these years
Do you stain your heart with, every man's fears?

While they say, where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?

Every bullet, every blow, every wanton fist
Would we covet the power you hold, if we knew it would be like this?
Every bullet, every blow, every wanton fist
Would we covet the power you hold, if we knew we would suffer this?

You cut the mountains with volcanic rage, stone, and ash
You lit the firmament ablaze, you pulled the waters back
You drank the mortal cup, to feel the blast of senseless acts
You blotted out the blood of war with blood upon your back
You cut the mountains with volcanic rage, stone, and ash
You lit the firmament ablaze, you pulled the waters back
You drank the mortal cup, to feel the blast of senseless acts
You blotted out the blood of war with centuries upon your back