Weary Saints - Dustin Kensrue

for years we fought the night

with pale and ghostly flames

but some still dream of light

so the sun will rise again

and cure our need for wrongs

in cool and measured crime

and learn to drift in palm

in our hearts and in our minds

and let us not be faithless

for you will meet our needs

a good and gracious wordless

will lamp unto our feet

for years we’ve closed our eyes

while rust on reason grows

and we feed and clothe our lies

but in our hearts we know, yeah we know

that wisdom lends us all

a cool and steady hand

and the steel pressed to my palm

doesn’t make me more a man

and courage for the givers

to do what must be done

to deal out truth and justice

with swift and silver guns

for years you met our thirst

still deserts we have roamed

well be done with dust and dirt

when the ocean calls us home

and well fall into the arms

of a cool and sweet embrace

under stars and waving palms

well shed our sin like snakes

and time will cease to stalk us

and death will be undone

but well shine with the light of

a thousand blazing suns