the far country

father abraham

do you remember when

you were called to a land

and didn't know the way

'cause we are wandering

in a foreign land

we are children of the

promise of the faith

and i long to find it

can you feel it

too?

that the sun that's shining

is a shadow of the truth

this is a far country

a far country

not my home

in the dark of the night

i can feel the shadows all around me

cold shadows in the corners of my heart

but the heart of the fight

is not in the flesh but in the spirit

and the spirit's got me shaking in the dark

and i long to go there

i can feel the truth

i can hear the promise

of the angels of the moon

this is a far country

a far country

not my home

i can see in the strip malls and the phone calls

the flaming swords of eden

in the fast cash and the news flash

and the horn blast of war

in the sin-fraught cities of the dying and the dead

like steel-wrought graveyards where the wicked never rest

to the high and lonely mountain in the groaning wilderness

we ache for what is lost

as we wait for the holy god

of father abraham

i was made to go there

out of this far country

to my home

to my home