The Maker

Two-thousand years ago He walked the earth, Just flesh and bone He used to heal the sick, Make broken hearts turn beautiful, But today we don't Believe in miracles Tell me when did we start thinking God stopped movin' when He does? And why do we bele

Oh, oh, deep water Black and cold like the night I stand with arms wide open I've run the twisted line I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker I could not see for the fog in my eyes I could not feel for the fear in my life From across the great divid