Apostles and prophets laid on a hill
The world had just fallen, the lands were all still 
They looked to the heavens and for a salvation
a whisper, a hint, some deep, holy revelation

And out of their mouths soft prayers spilled forth
Nothing was fancy, just uttered some words 
“This is our country, This is our Lord!”

When will this end, We long for surrender 
Lord, will You save us hopeful dead? 
We breathe in awe, here are our embers 
They light up the sky cause this night 
Your bones come alive 

Though now Your children sleep behind gates
We hear You Father singing our names
We walk to the oceans and  raise up our eyes 
The grey clouds move against violet, violent skies

We feel Redemption sewing our hearts
We hear revival stirring our thoughts   
“Oh Great mercy, This is our God!”

This is the end, This is surrender 
Lord, You have saved us hopeful dead 
We breathe in awe, here are our embers 
They light up the sky cause this night 
Your bones came alive

Your Grace is Sufficient/Oh, oh oh 
Your Beauty’s Magnificent/Oh, oh oh 



Your people delight in Your coming 
Hear us strumming, hear walls crashing 
drums stills singing, Christ has risen 
Kids are dancin’, couple’s laughin’ 
lanterns burning hearts are pounding 
Oh Father You still amaze us 

And we, the hopeful dead 
Sing to the Living God
You made us walk again  
Oh yes You are Enough  


The dead sing out

We happened to walk on your brightside of town
we swam across the creek to your goodloving house
skies opened up and a voice said “how are you doin? What are you doin?”
we stood still as the earth exploded around 

but our hearts grew warm, our feet began to burn 
hair grew long, spirits were strong minds heard songs
that we would have to learn, we sought the silent words 

You are so consistent in the manner 
that you speak to hearts, Your spirit taught us how to 
Love cannot be stopped now it pours out 
and doesn’t care what you think of it 
doesn’t really matter if you believe in it 

A man walks out of the house with face burning white, suit made of light
reaches out and writes words in sand puts a cup and arrow in our hand 
says, “ boys, the war is tough but if it makes any difference 
I am the lamb that carries the souls of heavy laden man
and I…”
I promise we heard Him speak most beautiful words 

he who has ears let him hear above the roaring city your voice is clear
chariots and cars may drive  us very far into Your  arms that stretch out past
the sea, the sun, the stars 

You are so courageous in the way that you defeat our deaths
you put a fire inside our chest called
Love cannot be held back desires to redeem us all
wolves in dens and evil children 


Found a Love

Heaven save us we say to the greatest 
Son who bore all of our pains
Through thorns and briars You have shown us fire 
And always You have reigned 

see the people crying out 
our lives have been found now 

You make hearts feel light 
You keep souls burning all the time 
You are our King  
You make hearts feel light 
You keep souls burning all the night
You are our Dream

Armies gather but it doesn’t matter 
cause the Lord of hosts is here now 
world may darken and the lands forgotten 
but our eyes are fixed on the God of all 

who sees His people…

You are so true and just 
For our hearts so jealous 
You breathed into the dust 
And made children to love 


Kings and Dreams

Here's one for all the times that I tried and messed up, 
my words were just not good enough
Now we are walking on oceans of gold my love 
I want to be your valiant just

I'm a messenger come through space and dark time
I've come to ask you to be mine

We'll be happy out there darlin'
we'll walk on the moon and the bay

You are my fiery, red woman 
You do whatever you want, you say whatever you say
and for years I've tried to put out your disasters 
but gosh your love grows faster than pain, you will not be tamed
You're my fiery red woman

You give me showers of sun and winds on warm summery nights
You're a sight for these sore, battered eyes
You're like a phoenix and queen, a devil that burns in the night
A creature of myth and lost rhyme

I will find you ancient lovely, dance on passion and pace

Trees of Suede