The Widowing Field Lyrics - Jars Of Clay

Im sure that I could never make it 

Through a night without you here 

The fire in the skies 

Illuminates 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 along these trails 

And fight upon this widowing field 

The ground below is bare and burned 

In 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 

If I am not the last to go 

Believe in silence sets my heart to racing 

I will lift my eyes to you 

Please, Father, find me 

Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last 

Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go