"The Widowing Field"
I'm sure that I could never
Make it through the night without you here
The fires in the sky
Illuminate the demons closing in
Have mercy on my soul
If I am not the last
Have mercy on my soul
If I am not the last to go
As I crawl around these trails
And fight upon this widowing field
The ground below is bare and burned
At the places I have learned to trust You
Have mercy on my soul
If I am not the last
Have mercy on my soul
If I am not the last to go
I am not the last to go
When even silence sets my heart to racing
I will lift my eyes to you
Please, Father, find me
Have mercy on my soul...
Have mercy on my soul
If I am not the last
Have mercy on my soul
If I am not the last
Have mercy on my soul
If I am not the last
Have mercy on my soul
If I am not the last to go
