Todd Kerns - The Maker

Oh, oh deep water
Cold and black like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see from the fog in my eyes
I could not feel from the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance I saw light
Jean Baptiste walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken
From a long and dangerous sleep
I could work the fields of Abraham
As I turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the arms of the Maker

Brother John have you seen
The homeless daughters?
Standing there with broken wings

I have seen the flaming sword
There over east of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Oh, river rise from your sleep