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Jett Superior laid this on you on || September 25, 2000 || 10:09 am

Oh oh deep water / Black and cold like the night / I stand with arms wide open / I’ve run a twisted line / I’m a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes / I could not feel for the fear in my life / And from across the great divide

In the distance I saw a light / Jean Baptiste walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken / By long and dangerous sleep / I can’t work the fields of Abraham / And turn my head away / I’m not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

Brother John, can you seen the hopeless daughters / Standing there with broken wings / I have seen flaming swords there over east of Eden

Burning in the eyes of the Maker / Burning in the eyes of the Maker / Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Oh river rise / From your sleep

// Daniel Lanois, “The Maker

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