Work To Be Done

She was older

Lost connection

Lost that light above her head in all directions

But she climbed that mountain

And cried aloud like a marching drum

Sound your horns and heed your calling

There is work to be done

There is work to be done

We're all just dust to glory

There is work to be done

There is work to be done

Bow your head to the mission story

He couldn't see it

But he heard it

She saw him struggling with the symbols

So she wrote it down

She looked right through him

And saw the shadows of the risen Son

Cast your nets unto the ocean

There is work to be done

There is work to be done

We're all just dust to glory

There is work to be done

There is work to be done

Bow your head to the mission story

I remember when I borrowed all my healing from a stranger

And I recall when I reached to the ocean like a soldier

And the burning sun just made me colder

And the hollow moon just made me older

So I reached out of my body and the stars became a story

And I bowed my head in glory

As the story ends in One