There is a whisper in the air
a longing in the trees
tension in the deep
the soul wanting peace
what could satisfy
the hunger that grows
the thirst of the dry
the cry of the earth

Who would come who would come for us
who would save guilty sinners / haters
who could love who could cover us
gather souls up from the dust

An itch that won't quit
that no man can touch
an ache to belong
Accepted, assured
hunting for the light
that can't be burnt out
truth that survives the cultural war

We Wade in the water of sin and a blood
we Wade in the water searching for help

Oh Deliver us from
From the belly of the whale
Oh reliever us from the grip of sodom
Oh deliver us from the pit of despair
Oh deliver us from ourselves