Olive Squeeze from Balla Dear by Balla Dear

Lord Oh Lord I'm begging please, I can't see forest for the trees
You started something in my soul, but I still see a heart of coal

You're working out the dross in me, just like old Gethsemane
You've got me fixed before your face, between the Rock and the Hardest Place

(Chorus)
Lay me down upon the funeral pyre, oh my Lord your hands of love, they put me in the fire

Here I am in custody, a prisoner of liberty, take me higher on my knees
Lay to waste my vanity

Here I fall upon the stone, in agony and broken bone
Let me rest here in this grave, my blood cries "If thou would but save"

• Acapella
• Country Gospel
• Folk
• Folk Ballad
• Texas