Hammering Heart - John Mark McMillan

Horses, they run

And pound the earth like thunder

The courses they’re on

Are crushed in their wake

The force of the sun

Pounds the earth asunder

The torch of her strength

None can escape

Like the hammering heart of The Maker

The hammering, hammering heart

The hammering heart of The Maker

The hammering, hammering heart

Ships toe their lines

Beneath the stars and wander

At the source of their light

And the blackness between

The moon tows the tides

And pushes the currents under

As the continents in time

Bow to the grinding sea

Like the hammering heart of The Maker

The hammering, hammering heart

The hammering heart of The Maker

The hammering, hammering heart

Did I crawl out of the creek bed?

Off the sea floor?

Baby, just to live like this!

Do we get everything we hope for?

Are you hopeful?

I feel it when the dopamine kicks!

In the grind over time everybody gets crushed!

Did I crawl out of the creek bed?

Off the sea floor?

Baby, just to live like this!

Do we get everything we hope for?

Are you hopeful?

I feel it when the dopamine kicks!

In the grind over time everybody gets crushed!

Everybody gets crushed

By the hammering heart of The Maker

The hammering, hammering heart

The hammering heart of The Maker

The hammering, hammering heart