Matt Black - Promised Land текст песни

Well I been spending time on my own again
Reading 'bout your mercy, singing 'bout my sin
Going to the church house and making lots of friends
Noticing the differences between me and them
They got their humility and me I got my pride
They're offering surrender I'm holding my life
And I got dirty thoughts and them they got a ring
They've been moved to tears at times
When I can't even think

I'm like an ornery son of Father Abraham
Picking scraps of manna from the desert sand
Singing "we've been wandering for forty years
Does anyone remember what we're doing here?"
We got a light goin' guide us through the thick and rain
Through the madness and sadness, the hurt, and the pain
Father, stay here by me, I'm a sinful man
Walking through the desert to the promised land

Open up your eyes and tell me you don't see
Things the way they are and the way they're supposed to be
Lord you know I'm weak and Lord you know I'm tired
Of falling for mirages as I'm following the fire
So climb inside my heart and set down like a seal
Help me know the promised land you promised me is real
And should I lose your voice and should I fall astray
Bind me to the knowledge that there'll be ???

I'm like an ornery son of Father Abraham
Picking scraps of manna from the desert sand
Singing "we've been wandering for forty years
Does anyone remember what we're doing here?"
We got a light goin' guide us through the thick and rain
Through the madness, the sadness, the hurt, and the pain
Father, stay here by me, I'm a sinful man
Walking through the desert to the promised land