(Steve Curtis)



Night like a river, banks are steep

Carry my burden, bury my worry deep

It's like she told me some time ago

There's plenty for harvest, then the cold winds blow

I could live a long, long while on the sweetness of her breath

And I could die for walking miles, and still not find my rest

Bound and delivered, I returned

Tried to forgive her for all the ground we burned

Maybe tomorrow waters will clear