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Story behind the song
The distance between my aspirations and actions; the distance between people and God; prayer
Lyrics
So the morning sun shines through my curtain,
But I'm not getting up that seems for certain.
May your purpose own me!
May your love control me!
May I get my carcass out of bed!
I just wanna lie in bed,
Can't shake the lazy from my head.
Lord, how can be unmotivated.
The times I live in are post dated.
How can we escape it?
That distant trumpet!
Cutting through shroud of clouded fate.
I can't even raise an arm,
Through that door you escape all harm!
Lord, when I speak to others in your name,
I seem to glow, and burst in flame,
A word it seems constant on my tongue.
But afterwards I'm empty and undone.
And when it is just you and I,
And no one else is standing by,
No substance is between us,
Not any sort of business.
I just want to tell you,
I miss the nearness very much.
I just want to tell you,
I miss the comfort of your touch.
When all the time, I'm very sure,
It's I that dull the secret mirror,
On which your presence shines,
Yet I recall those times.
When quite unbidden your voice spoke,
In joy and sadness, both, I broke.
That you should speak to *me:
That *you should speak to me!
That you*, who makes the stars to shine,
Appoints the dawn and evening time.
Who leads all things in endless round,
By strong decrees that have no sound,
That you* should stoop and speak to Cam.
You, the ground of Life, the great I AM.
In view of that can I implore?
Can I say*, "Lord, please, encore,
I need to hear your voice once more!"
It's so ungrateful, but -- you see,
There's nothing else that makes me, me.
And tell me, Lord, where can I go?
The words of life are yours alone.
Please, break the silence that surrounds,
My empty ear and send the sound,
Of many waters, still or fast,
That speak of future, now, and past.
When I dove off cliffs into the Bay,
And you spoke to me of coming days.
Or send reflections of your love,
That shine beyond through worlds from far above.
Till human voices wake me,
And the rush of life will take me,
Where I do not wish to go.
Lord, grant us to escape from judgment.
I see the door is open wide.
Please, beckon to the lost and broken,
Your love will welcome them inside.
Blow the distant trumpets!
Let the world now hear.
Lord, open up,
Our hardened ears!
Lord, open up,
Our hardened ears!