Where Roses Grow

Empty promises, that were etched in stone

Scattered by the wind to places I have known

All the burning lamps by the window panes

Lit for their return, but they never came

I lose myself in deep regret

Still I hear a voice that I can't forget

Says: we will run where roses grow, our feet unbound at last

Laugh as morning dawns, the night forever passed

See the face of glory, feel the river flow

Hear the voice of God, and run where roses grow

Fading hope is gathered as the sky grows dim

Somewhere it's raining, but it's drought within

Out across the desert, was it fate or was it chance?

I saw clouds approaching where I took my stance

Hear the thunder rolling - can you hear the horn?

I'm climbing Jacob's ladder - up through the storm

Stand with me at the Mercy Seat

With mounds of ashes spread about my feet

You know who I am, all I think I know

See it in the marrow, buried deep in the bone

How is there no anger in the words I hear?

Only love and mercy, erasing every fear