Share the Well

I woke to the sirens of the city They were calling me to hold my head up high But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains From the beggars to the sky The ads and billboards rained in every language The message every politician knows When w

Left His seamless robe behind Woke up in a stable and cried Lived and died and rose again Savior for a guilty land It's a story like a children's tune It's grown familiar as the moon So now I ride my camel high I'm aiming for the needle's eye I chase