John Mark McMillan, Sarah McMillan - Ancient And Brave lyrics
[John Mark McMillan, Sarah McMillan - Ancient And Brave lyrics]
Ancient and brave do you feel the weight of
Every woman's pain? All of these years
Do you stain your face with
every woman's tears?
While they say
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Ancient and brave
Do you suffer the fate of, every mans rage?
All of these years
Do you stain your heart with
Every mans fears?
While they say
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Every bullet, every blow, every wanton fist
Would we covet the power you hold
If we knew it would be like this?
Every bullet, every blow, every wanton fist
Would we covet the power you hold
If we knew we would suffer this?
You cut the mountains with
Volcanic rage, stone, and ash
You lit the firmament ablaze
You pulled the waters back
You drank the mortal cup
To feel the blast of senseless acts
You blotted out the blood of war
With blood upon your back
You cut the mountains with
Volcanic rage, stone, and ash
You lit the firmament ablaze
You pulled the waters back
You drank the mortal cup
To feel the blast of senseless acts
You blotted out the blood of war
With centuries upon your back
Every woman's pain? All of these years
Do you stain your face with
every woman's tears?
While they say
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Ancient and brave
Do you suffer the fate of, every mans rage?
All of these years
Do you stain your heart with
Every mans fears?
While they say
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Where is God at a time like this?
Where is God?
Every bullet, every blow, every wanton fist
Would we covet the power you hold
If we knew it would be like this?
Every bullet, every blow, every wanton fist
Would we covet the power you hold
If we knew we would suffer this?
You cut the mountains with
Volcanic rage, stone, and ash
You lit the firmament ablaze
You pulled the waters back
You drank the mortal cup
To feel the blast of senseless acts
You blotted out the blood of war
With blood upon your back
You cut the mountains with
Volcanic rage, stone, and ash
You lit the firmament ablaze
You pulled the waters back
You drank the mortal cup
To feel the blast of senseless acts
You blotted out the blood of war
With centuries upon your back