Lyrics
All lyrics were written by Rodney Thomas except on "Bricks of Clay" (Jesse Morris).
6. Bricks of Clay
we are formed from remains
of other weathered bricks of clay,
made by a hand that we don't see,
we may only know as fate.
it molds us and shapes us
and sets us in our place.
beneath the morning sun
we begin to bake,
and the heat she steals our moisture
with every breath we take.
and as the sun sets,
we will find our way
into the arms of the one
by which we'll forever lay.
we are formed from remains
of other weathered bricks of clay,
made by a hand that we don't see,
we may only know as fate.
it molds us and shapes us
and sets us in our place.
we will make the night a picture,
use clouds and stars as paint,
the light will form a portrait
that will be reflected in your face.
of other weathered bricks of clay,
made by a hand that we don't see,
we may only know as fate.
it molds us and shapes us
and sets us in our place.
beneath the morning sun
we begin to bake,
and the heat she steals our moisture
with every breath we take.
and as the sun sets,
we will find our way
into the arms of the one
by which we'll forever lay.
we are formed from remains
of other weathered bricks of clay,
made by a hand that we don't see,
we may only know as fate.
it molds us and shapes us
and sets us in our place.
we will make the night a picture,
use clouds and stars as paint,
the light will form a portrait
that will be reflected in your face.