Raise Her Hands - Wovenhand

Peering down

Into infirmament

Here to be with them reshapen

By the master’s hand

Against whom

The Lord counts not his wrongs

Who’s lawless deeds forgiven

Blessed is the man

Stand by me here

Our hands together

Of one body

Son and daughter of the maker

Of both our skin

A piece of time

So speak of him

So speak of him thine

Mine and the hearts that pound around me

Mine and the hearts that pound all around me

Stand by me here

Our hands together

Of one body

Son and daughter of the maker

Blessed, blessed is the man

Against whom the Lord counts not his wrongs

Blessed, blessed be the man