Lyrics
I made my bed
Among the fallen leaves
I wait there now
And tears will soak my feet
Keeping me warm
Keeping me honest in the mean time
Showing me what love looks like
A welcoming arms of those that I killed
You dressed yourself
With flowers of the field
I held my breath
In fear I couldn't yield
Heavenly Father
Why do we boast in our otherness?
Why do we fool our brothers with
Welcoming arms if...
You alone knew this form would inspire
Lover's arms, heavenly Father
You alone call the warmth it provides
Beautiful, heavenly Father
If I threw at some art You've designed
Let me mourn, heavenly Father
Let me mourn, heavenly Father
With foolish pride
They marched out to the sea
Rewashing souls
That you had called clean
Heavenly Father
Bittersweet name on my lips now
How did we bruise our brothers with
Welcoming arms if...
You alone knew this form would inspire
Lover's arms, heavenly Father
And You alone call the warmth it provides
Beautiful, heavenly Father
If I threw at some art You've designed
Let me mourn, heavenly Father
Let me mourn, heavenly Father
Let me mourn, heavenly Father