Shoulder to the wheel For someone else's selfish gain Here there is no choosing Working the clay Wearing their anger like a ball and chain.
Fire in the field Underneath a blazing sun But soon the sun was faded And freedom was a song I heard them singing when the day was done Singing to the holy One.
[Chorus] Lead me on Lead me on To a place where the river runs Into your keeping, oh. Lead me on Lead me on The awaited deliverance Comforts the seeking, lead on.
Waiting for the train Labeled with a golden star Heavy hearted boarding Whispers in the dark "Where are we going, is it very far?"
Bitter cold terrain Echoes of a slamming door In chambers made for sleeping, forever Voices like thunder in a mighty roar Cry to the Lord.
Man hurts man Time and time, time again And we drown in the wake of our power Somebody tell me why.
Writer/s: AMY GRANT GILL, WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, MICHAEL WHITAKER SMITH
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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