The Watchman’s Weariness

“The Watchman’s Weariness”

“Album”

“The Terminal Frequency”

(Verse 1)

The clock is moving slowly and my bones are feeling oldThe stories I’ve been hearing are the ones that go untoldI’ve carried all the demons and I’ve felt the human stingAnd I’m leaning on the shadow of a Great and Holy wingMy cup is getting empty from the pouring that I doSo I’m sitting in the silence just to be refilled by You.

(Chorus)

Say my name—the weary, faithful sonYeah, dats me—until the work is doneI give away the glory and I give away the weightTrusting in the Master of the te

(Verse 2)

My eyes are heavy-laden with the sights of the abyssBut I know there is a glory that is greater far than thisI take off the equipment and I lay it on the benchBreathing in the Spirit to wash away the city stenchThe listener needs a whisper, and the healer needs a touchLaying down the burden that has grown to be too much.

(Chorus)

Say my name—the weary, faithful sonYeah, dats me—until the work is doneI give away the glory and I give away the weightTrusting in the Master of the terminal and gate.