Todd Kerns

The Maker

Todd Kerns


Oh, oh deep water cold and black like the night
I stand with arms wide open I've walked a twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the maker

I could not see from the fog in my eyes
I could not feel from the fear in my eyes
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
From a long and dangerous sleep
I could work the fields of Abraham
As I turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the arms of the maker

Brother John have you seen the homeless daughters?
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming sword
There over east of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the maker

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