Caedmons Call

My name is Mary And I'm from Greenville, Mississippi Yeah but this is where I live Here in this old

Looking back at the road so far The journey's left its share of scars Mostly from leaving the narrow and

(Oh) Like April Showers on the slick cement When I consider how our light is spent Keeping the candles

I was a pilgrim in early life, I traveled at night Bound for Jordan just ten miles north of a civil war

No one would love me If they knew all the things I hide My words fall to the floor As tears drip

There is life in the blood of the lamb who was slain There is power, there is power in His name There is

There's tarnish on the golden rule And I want to jump from this ship of fools Show me a place where hope

Laden with guilt and full of fears I fly to Thee my Lord And not a glimpse of hope appears But in Thy

I mount up with waxen wings High to reach the sun And I am no further than When I first begun

You've been lost in the wind And the rain of a storm at sea The waves crashing over your back And

Thank God I'm back in my car, and drivin' home and drivin' home 'Cause the air was thin and so

There's 40 acres and redemption to be found Just along down the way There is a place where no plow blade

So I'm walking down the street somewhere outside of San Francisco And I don't really know my way

On an open stretch of freeway Underneath the canvas clouds The blackness after evening Swallowed

I've been putting on and putting off too many people And I'm getting old to live Like an injured