The Maker - Intellectual

Oh, oh deep water

Black, and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open

I've run a twisted mile

I'm a stranger in the eyes of the maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes

And i could not feel for the fear in my life

But 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

By long and dangerous seas

But i can't work the fields of Abraham

And turn my head away

I'm not a stranger in the hands of the maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters

Standing there, with broken wings?

Well i have seen the flaming sword

There, over east of eden

Burning in the eyes of the maker

Oh river rise from your sleep