featuring Nick Detty of Wolves at the Gate
He has everything he's ever wanted in this life.
I have nothing, a poor man begging.
His coat costs more than my life these days.
I sleep at his gate hoping for scraps to eat.
I'm getting weaker everyday.
Your feasts are greater everyday.
It seems I've taken my last breath tonight.
No more will I be begging. I'm feeling my soul take flight.
One on each arm, these angels carry me to Abraham's side.
Bury me in the ground, I've been given new life.
All Glory to God, I feel no pain!
My sores are gone. I thirst no more.
I will never have to beg again!
I find this life has nothing to give me. I work to toil underneath the setting sun.
Holy Father, I live in anguish. These flames torment my very soul.
I can’t hide my shame. I see now I never honored Your name.
Take these rags, these riches, this state of mind where I have nothing to claim.
Warn my brothers, to trust the King who gave the poor man a new song to sing.
That the chasm we face is far too wide, without the Light, an ocean could not cause this fire to subside.
from Against Such Things
released April 9, 2013
Nick Detty appears courtesy of Solid State Records
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