You cover me!
I am spent and with death you paid my ransom, for the witness of Your word.
To bring them in, the jackal’s sin.
Oh, the eyes of death are upon me and the watchman takes his toll.
And if this river will run dry it will never take us home.
With idle minds we prove unconscious.
As the hunter stalks his prey.
His eyes, his eyes are locked on me.
You cover the darkest part of me with a look that’s sure to set the captives free.
Oh, make way, for I am not the redeemer nor do the mountains fall in my name.
But with slightest cry, my hunter, you will fail to reach your prey.
Still with idle minds unconscious, as the hunter stalks his prey.
His eyes, his eyes are locked on me.
You cover the darkest part of me with a look that’s sure to set the captives free.
With love that the blindest eyes will see, You cover the darkest part of me.
As I am met with travesty, and I’m broken and I’m empty.
And through it all I can see Your face. With words unspoken I hear Your voice and I see the hand, the hand that writes it all.
You’ve called the wind to show its worth.
You’ve called the sun to brag about its warmth.
Because You are the writer!
Because You are the soul of the world.
You cover the darkest part of me with a look that’s sure to set the captives free.
With love that the blindest eyes will see, You cover the darkest part of me.
Because You are the writer!
Because You are the writer!
