Justin McRoberts

Holy Ground

Justin McRoberts


To see with the eyes of a lover 
To see in the way a lover sees see with my heart 
To see with the eyes of a lover 
To see in the way a lover sees 
Deeper than even the loved can see 

Now it's not just bushes burning, the street's on fire 
My heart is learning 

Every footstep falls on holy ground 
Every house a church where hope is found 

To touch with the hands of the artist 
To feel in the way the artist feels 
The shape of the piece before it's revealed 

Every day a chance to make it right 
Every morning victory over night 
Every kiss a kiss that breaks a spell 

Every wound that bleeds, every aching need every bush is burning 
Every broken smile, every midnight mile every bush is burning 
Every lie believed, every truth received, every bush is burning 
Every single moment that we share, every bush is burning.