Great Sky from Texas Dust by Nathan Evans Fox

GREAT SKY - NATHAN EVANS FOX

Great sky don’t fall down
When there’s no one to hold you up,
And the arms of these saints are just too bruised up.
No clouds above us,
And the witnesses are bankrupt,
And I lost my religion every place it was stored up.
And I lost my faith in Sunday grace,
And I left my religion in that offering plate.

And the songs we’d sing,
And the ghosts we’d keep,
And the lies we’d tell about ourselves until we believed.
And the wrongs we done
For those we loved.
Well the words of these prophets, they’re all used up.
These works of love,
They don’t mean too much.
What new invention will gather us up?

What more do I seek from this heaven upon me
Than a horizon to give rise to all this earth’s dreams?
What more do I seek from the weight of heaven’s glory
Than the sacred veil of darkness to come and cover me?

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