The Widowing Field

Jars Of Clay - 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