Have they surrendered their feet? Have they surrendered their thinking? Have they surrendered their speech? Have they surrendered their being to me? So that they can descend; on the bricks they formed Invasive teachings – Reaching; falling I’ll release their secrets; on the pits they warmed So that they can descend I wonder for the plight of the mortal creatures Evidently damned on the march they lead Never is the saint of these lawful preachers Summoning remand but the brakes are bleeding I wonder what they’ll write with the answer keeling I wonder what they’ll fight when their hands are raw Destination to be scorned I wonder where they’ll sign when they ransom feeling Where will they sleep when their dreams are given life? Have they surrendered everything to me? Have they surrendered to weakness?
161 by A Million Dead Birds Laughing | Lyricster
A Man Ain`t Made of Stone (Karaoke Version) - Originally Performed By Randy Travis