Daylight - John Mark McMillan

Daylight comes to meet you on the road

Like a prodigal son, a prodigal hope

That you gave up on when you were young

Yeah, but daylight is coming on

We live on the edge

On the edge of a darkness, oh

We live on the edge

On the edge of a darkness oh

But daylight is coming on

Heaven bends low for the naked and the poor

To settle up a debt, to settle up the score

To set up a table on the edge of a war

'Cause we’ve been bleeding on the edge of a sword

Yeah, 'cause we live on the edge

On the edge of a darkness, oh

We live on the edge

On the edge of a darkness, oh

But daylight is coming on

And the boardwalk is painted red with the blood

Of a thousand prospective heroes, but one

Still cries out beyond all the grave and the flood

Where the blackest abysses cannot overcome

The boardwalk is painted red with the blood

Of a thousand prospective heroes, but one

Still cries out beyond all the grave and the flood

Where the blackest abysses cannot overcome

Yeah, 'cause we live on the edge

On the edge of a darkness, oh

We live on the edge

On the edge of a darkness, oh

But daylight is coming on