Graves
[Verse 1]
I've found beauty
In the muddy water
Answers don’t come quite as quickly as they once did
I've found peace again
With the word “God”
But God's not quite the same old man I met when I was ten

I’ve been weeping lately
Might be the most I've ever looked like you:
My mind is hateful, my hands are cruel
From my mouth saltwater spews
My throats an open grave

[Chorus]
But I've heard stories
Of You, graves, resurrected men
A history of bringing death to end
So won't You please speak and give us life again?

[Verse 2]
Though things may not be
Quite the same as they used to be
I still find myself in that old story
Loud and clear my actions speak
And some words remain steady
Like when my voice rings out above the crowd
“Kill him now, kill him now
Kill him now, kill him now!
Kill him now, just kill him now!”
My throat screams for the grave
[Chorus]
But I've heard stories
Of You, Graves, resurrected men
A history of bringing death to end
So won't you finally speak and spring up life again?

[Outro]
Maybe it wasn't the wrath of God?
Maybe we've held on to ancient thoughts
Surely if God is God, He will take the risk
And claim us all as His children!

Maybe it wasn’t the wrath of God?
Maybe we’ve held on to ancient thoughts
Surely if God is God, She will take the risk
And claim us all as Her children!