Phases

de Matter

My son don’t cry for your brothers
As they go the day is coming when their hearts will hurt like mine
And then they’ll know my love it doesn’t carry all the hatred
Like theirs does
It doesn’t drink from the waters of their guilt anymore
And then they’ll know that i’ve been praying all along
On these steps and on this hope
Staring down that rising sun waiting for their day to come
When their shadows will break the light
And i’ll meet them running home.
My sons! how i cursed the day you left
My bride! how i missed your loving kiss
Oh my daughters! how i’ve seen you all alone
Come back to me jerusalem! how i’ve long to call you home

The river flows and ankle deep it calls
To me it calls to me and as it goes in depth it grows
And trees find life the earth will heal and they will know comfort!
I will have my day the blind will finally see
I’ll heal the sick and lame this flood will wash away their shame
Because i’m still in love with that girl
In the gutter and for all her sins i’d take no other

My sons come join in your father’s feast!
And my bride come take your place as queen!
And my girls you will never you will never be alone!
The throne is filled the river flows
Jerusalem our home