8. Edge of the Promised Land
Forty years of lost dreams
lying on their side;
thirsty bones of hope
jutting from the past
all your precious treasure
scattered in the wandering
now your pocket’s empty
and your eyes are full of tears.
(chorus)
But I can taste it in the water
I can read it in the sky;
I can see the grasses dance it out
as you walk by:
this beautiful mystery
that wears your name
guided by the pillar of the cloud and flame
has come to the end of all this sand.
Can’t you hear the message hanging on the wind?
“You’re on the edge, the edge of the promised land.”
Forty years of waiting
for unbelief to die;
distancing yourself
from the rebellious.
Though your feet are blistered
from the fire you have walked through,
God has fashioned for you
a heart that’s made of gold.
(chorus)
(bridge)
And as the sun paints your morning
you will see a land full of milk and honey;
you, too, will have your vine and fig tree!
And a rainbow of promise
wraps it’s coat of many colors ‘round you.
I know you will dance again!
(Chorus)
lying on their side;
thirsty bones of hope
jutting from the past
all your precious treasure
scattered in the wandering
now your pocket’s empty
and your eyes are full of tears.
(chorus)
But I can taste it in the water
I can read it in the sky;
I can see the grasses dance it out
as you walk by:
this beautiful mystery
that wears your name
guided by the pillar of the cloud and flame
has come to the end of all this sand.
Can’t you hear the message hanging on the wind?
“You’re on the edge, the edge of the promised land.”
Forty years of waiting
for unbelief to die;
distancing yourself
from the rebellious.
Though your feet are blistered
from the fire you have walked through,
God has fashioned for you
a heart that’s made of gold.
(chorus)
(bridge)
And as the sun paints your morning
you will see a land full of milk and honey;
you, too, will have your vine and fig tree!
And a rainbow of promise
wraps it’s coat of many colors ‘round you.
I know you will dance again!
(Chorus)