The Western Den
the minister
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What can make the minister fall?
What can shake his servantâs stature?
Belittled, broken, and forced to crawl home.
Forced to crawl home.
What can drive his shattered limbs?
Whoâs to shelter over him?
For thereâs a long and painful road,
Crowded with the bodies weâve all known.
Why walk to Jericho,
To be robbed of our needs and left alone?
You are far too old,
To tread the waters of a wretched soul.
Hold on to the fire in your bones,
Donât go; stay weary of this road.
Peace, may peace surround you with the breeze,
Donât leave,
Donât leave me.
What can make the minister fall?
- Album:
- Battle Hymns
- All The Birds EP