Testo: Wilderness Of Tekoa. The Skies Pale In Comparison. The Least Of These.

I lay down all I hold in vain
I?ll run, I?ll run
I can?t teach what I don?t know
I?m done, I?m done

All I thought is vanished and gone
I?ll run, I?ll run
Which is more, my life, my love
I?m done, I?m done

Will we all believe, I want to
To the least of these, He?ll run to
Will the record keep Him from you

I?ve held close that which brings my tears,
I?ll run, I?ll run
Who can grow without a breath of air
I?m done, I?m done

Will we all trade peace
For what?s haunted
Who can hold what eats
We?re haunted
Will the record keep
What?s haunted