Never Dim AKA Faithless Hands Lyrics – The Waiting

I think I smell the sunset
Think I feel the close of day
Clean-shaven correspondents
Are all crowded at the gate

Smell the oil from their torches
Their voices growing more irate
Shepherds’ staves are crooked
Leading every crooked way

All the sheep block their doors
They’re pulling down their shades
The faithful looking in their mirrors
The faithful growing old and gray

But I look at You
Your eyes are clеar and bright
I see your face
It’s an amazing sight

Your glory, Lord
Is still a burning light
The light that all our faithless hands
Could nеver dim

Think I feel the sunset
Think I smell the death of day
People laughing at a funeral
People dancing at a wake

And all the seasons blend together
This bird’s losing feathers everyday
And everybody’s tired and scared
And begging unbelief

But You have yet to break a sweat
No You’re not afraid
You’re not afraid
You’re not afraid

Think I smell the sunset
Think I feel the close of day
Shepherds’ staves are crooked
Leading every crooked way

People laughing at a funeral
And people dancing at a wake
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The Waiting Lyrics – Never Dim AKA Faithless Hands

The Waiting

Never Dim AKA Faithless Hands