Weary Saints

For years we've fought the night

With pale and ghostly flames

Some still dream of light

Say the sun will rise again

But we kill our needs for alms

With cool and measured crime

We learn to grift and palm

From our hearts and from our minds

But let us not be faithless

For you will meet our needs

Thy good and gracious word

Is a lamp unto our feet

For years we've closed our eyes

While rust on reason grows

We feed and clothe our lies

But in our hearts we know

That wisdom lends us all a cool and steady hand

But the steel pressed to my palm

Doesn't make me more a man

Courage, Father, give us to do what must be done

To deal out truth and justice with swift and sober guns

For years you've met our thirst

Still deserts we have roamed

But we'll be done dust with dirt

When the ocean calls us home

We'll fall into the arms

Of a cool and sweet embrace

Under stars and waving palms

We'll shed our sin like snakes

And time will cease to stalk us and death will be undone

And we'll shine with the light of a thousand blazing suns