Oh, God, let something rise out of the dust of my affliction
Oh, God, that's a big price from the wake of my resurrection
I behold an incredible truth
The spirit of poverty is close
Whatever structure I build, comes crashing to the earth
In weakness is when you are clear
Groveling in the dark, broken knuckles
You do not lift me up but embrace me there
I move to ascend but my arms give way
I remain filthy but you weep with me there
How beautiful a contraption that you have built
Intricate framework, disciplined object, work of love
But I see the coming hurricane
A tidal force that will break all the strength of nations
I reject the posture of upward ascendance
If dirt is my home, home it will be
Oh, God, let something rise out of the dust of my affliction
Oh, God, that's a big price from the wake of my resurrection
credits
from Idle Hands,
track released March 23, 2014
Music written & arranged by: Jordan Riesenberger
Lyrics & vocals by: Arley Cornell
Engineered by: Impostor Studios