"I've Run a Twisted Line"

"The Maker" - Daniel Lanois

Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I’ve run a twisted line
I’m a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not feel for the fear in my life
From across the great divide, In the distance I saw light
Jean Baptiste walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken
By long and dangerous leaps
I can’t work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away
I’m not a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords there over east of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Oh river rise from your sleep