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The Maker - Todd Kerns
Oh oh deep water cold and black like the night
I stand with arms wide open I've walked a twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the maker
I could not see from the fog in my eyes
I could not feel from the fear in my life
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
From a long and dangerous sleep
I could work the fields of Abraham
As I turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the arms of the maker
Brother John have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming sword
There over east of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Oh river runs from the sleep