The Widowing Field

I'm sure that I could never

Make it through the night without you here

The fires in the sky

Illuminate the demons closing in

Have mercy on my soul

If I am not the last

Have mercy on my soul

If I am not the last to go

As I crawl around these trails

And fight upon this widowing field

The ground below is bare and burned

At the places I have learned to trust You

Have mercy on my soul

If I am not the last

Have mercy on my soul

If I am not the last to go

I am not the last to go

When even silence sets my heart to racing

I will lift my eyes to you

Please, Father, find me

Have mercy on my soul...

Have mercy on my soul

If I am not the last

Have mercy on my soul

If I am not the last

Have mercy on my soul

If I am not the last

Have mercy on my soul

If I am not the last to go