The Widowing Field

Jars Of Clay - The Widowing Field



I'm sure that I could never

make it through the night without you here

the fires in the sky

illuminate the demons closing in



have mercy on my soul

if I am not the last

have mercy on my soul

if I am not the last to go



as I crawl around these trails

and fight upon this widowing field

the ground below is bare and burned

at the places I have learned to trust You



have mercy on my soul

if I am not the last

have mercy on my soul

if I am not the last to go

I am not the last to go



when even silence sets my heart to racing

I will lift my eyes to you

please, Father, find me



have mercy on my soul...

have mercy on my soul

if I am not the last

have mercy on my soul

if I am not the last

have mercy on my soul

if I am not the last

have mercy on my soul

if I am not the last to go