It looks a lot like givin' up
Peace we bring is a bitter cup
Set our bodies down like offerings
While we pray to the god of the lesser things
If the wind should shake this house apart
The cradle hits the ground with a broken heart
Will we say we never knew a thing
While we pray to the god of the lesser things?
....
Ash to ash and dust to dust
Steel on steel or rain to rust
What mortal breath blood money brings
Forth from the altar of the lesser things
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Lesser Things
I can't find this Jars of Clay song anywhere that you can give it a listen online. It's haunting. And so fitting.
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