by Melanie Penn
It's a quiet night in Sorrow
On every street the lights are out
I am heading east along the far road
Starts a quarter mile from town
I've been there for a long while
I loved the people well
They listened when I sang for them
Of Jerusalem
Though I sing only for myself
So long, sad town
So long, Sorrow
I'll be long gone
Before dawn tomorrow
So long, Sorrow
I know the governor of Sorrow
A ruler with a heavy hand
Crouching at the doors of all the townfolk
Driven there by circumstance
He's been there for a long while
But his days are running out
Since he came it's never rained a day
People thirst and pray
Wait around to see, will water come down
Rumors of a man of sorrows
Circulating far and wide
That He'll come back again
I'll wait until then
I just passed by the town limit line
I walk east
Leaving Sorrow behind me
Maybe that Man of Sorrows
Will find me
Won't you find me?
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Sorrows
Labels: God, melancholia, salvation
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