With the Tired Eyes of Faith

from the album "The Berry Vest of the Swirling Eddies"

1995 Words and Music Terry Scott Taylor

There's your hope
Nailed to the wood
There's your dream
Buried in the ground
Here's your body
Battered, bloodied and broken
Here's your peace
Teetering on the edge of the world

You're kneeling somewhere in the middle
Of the passion play
But with the tired eyes of faith
You'll see your resurrection day

Feel the dust
Clogging up your veins
There's your secret
Burning in the fire
Here's your heart
Cold, lonely and desperate
Here's all creation
Groaning for the day of deliverance

Your name is carved here in the headstone
The sky is thick with birds of prey
But with the tired eyes of faith
You'll see your resurrection day

Resurrection day will come
As surely as the rising sun
Death will fight a holy war
But it will live no more
Love will even the score
Resurrection day

Here's your trust
Betrayed with a kiss
There's your courage
Thrown to the lions
Here's your soul
Soiled, tattered and thread bare
Here's you love
Cast out and shunned like a leper

You're kneeling somewhere in the middle
Of the passion play
But with the tired eyes of faith
You'll see your resurrection day

You're kneeling somewhere in the middle
Of the passion play
But with the tired eyes of faith
You'll see your resurrection day