“The Gears of Your Craft”

OutOfExile_IDR – © 1991

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Jesus ate with the sinners to help them live,
still they die…
crucify…
as they lie in the mud with you.

But you will not have me.
You have used your last token, lost your clout.
always lurking for those in doubt.
All that’s left you, is the fall out.
You’ve no need for casting doubt, for there is none.

Though I am only the twinkling dollar sign in someone’s eye,
the gears of your craft,
you know you have no place in the body of a musician.
I know you listen, though you’re missing,
always hiding in the night… Show yourself.

You know it’s more powerful than you,
for you once walked with bells and chimes ringing through the heavens,
but you are no longer, the music is stronger…
as the wanderer comes home
to rest inside the arms of sanctuary.
The music echo softly in the cool horizon.

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