by Clayton Luckie
DEMO - please do not distribute

Expectation is the cruelest thing, it wants to bleed you dry
Like the darkness of a long and sleepless night 
It's an overwhelming canvas fully covered all in white
It's a million colors begging you to try

We race as if we've bound a thousand chains onto our feet
We're the product of our ever pressing times
We buy up all the houses with our burning gluttony
Then we wall off all the closets in our minds

When we're farther than we've ever felt from home
Emptyhanded now, with nothing left to show

Still waters
Still waters
We will find what satisfies
In the peace that lay beside still waters

There's a table set before us now it holds a royal feast
And a chalice brimming with the finest wine
There's rest for all our broken hearts, our weary hands and feet
And a freedom till the fullness of all time

A sufficiency like we have never known
Is waiting not much farther down the road

Still waters
Still waters
We will find what satisfies
In the peace that lay beside still waters
Like an ointment for the soul
Take my hand and we will go to still waters

Still Waters (Psalm 23) DEMO

by Clayton Luckie
DEMO - please do not distribute

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