Beneath Water - Mike Mains & The Branches

Let’s scratch away the sand

Stuck in your ears

Water all the crops

With showers of tears

Tell all those baby’s mothers

They don’t need no fear

Because God’s got their hearts

In His hands

We will ask all the painters

If they dress in white

To walk around the streets

In the dead of the night

Dance like guests at a wedding

Underneath the lights

Look at the buildings and say

«I touched that.»

We always want to brag

Hold me underneath the water

Until the old me dies and slips

Out of this body

And make me new again

Maybe I am the writer

That will spark the flame

That makes the world believe

In the right kind of faith

But perhaps I need to get

These feet offstage and find

A smaller pair of shoes to fill

What i know is that

I am my father’s only son

Who said

«There will be time for sleep

When the work is done.»

Keep your pedal

To the floor

Until the race is won

What if the race

Is not a race at all

Don’t you crash into a tree

He spoke His words to me

Like well driven nails

They sank like wind to rain

To my rusty sails

The sailor’s hands to flight

And hung in the sky

Below a celebration that

Land was in sight

My heart puffs with pride

As I am defined

The center of this room

Filled with all your eyes

Leading me to believe

That I am so fresh and revised

But God I am nothing if I don’t have You

I met my brother in a hallway

Said he loved Jesus

I said, «I think I do too.»