Chalice (LP版) - Phil Keaggy
The way to find our selves is
In the fires of our sorrow
Do we look around expect to see the wind
Could we prevent the trials
That we face with each tomorrow
Can't we see this is the world were living in
When suffering restores us
Burns away the empty shallowness
And softening the heart
To be broken bread and poured out wine
When it rains it pours turns a life into a chalice;
There to nourish every soul one at a time
We do wrong should we refuse to listen to the Master
Who went on before that we walk in His steps
Before too long we run away and running even faster
We fail to see the promise that He kept
And suffering restores us;
Burns away the empty shallowness
And softening the heart
To be broken bread and poured out wine
When it rains it pours; turns a life into a chalice;
There to nourish every soul one at a time
To love is to be broken
But to love nothing and no one
We must close our own selves up
Shut all the doors
And let no one in
Locked within ourselves
Where it's safe and dark and motionless
Where love will cease to be
And all the while the air is wearing thin
Chalice
When suffering restores us
Burns away the empty shallowness
And softening the heart
To be broken bread and poured out wine
When it rains it pours; turns a life into a chalice
There to nourish every soul
One at a time
