歌词
作词 : Christa Wells
作曲 : Christa Wells
A lot of work to be done here
Before the sun goes down
Keep turning these rocks over and over
Till we clear them out
Who knows how long the day will be?
I took a year to be empty/Laid my pen aside
You brought the word and you fed me
Then we set the field on fire
And from the ash rose a garden
All gain comes through loss
You burn away the dross
Every master builder must tear down to renovate
Take all the time you need
Make something out of me
Oh, even if it means you tear me down to renovate
Will you tell me the story
When I lose my faith
Will you whisper, remind me
This is the way of grace
To take my rags, dress me like royalty
All gain comes through loss
You burn away the dross
Every master builder must tear down to renovate
Take all the time you need
Make something out of me
Oh, even if it means you tear me down to renovate
You saw the fools gold
You recognized the footholds
You know how my aching arms try to hang the stars alone
I saw it all burn
And the flatbed of new wood
It was clear that you were here to build a home
You were here to build a home
All gain comes through loss
You burn away the dross
Every master builder must tear down to renovate
Take all the time you need
Make something out of me
Oh, even if it means you tear me down to renovate
Take all the time you need
Make something out of me
Oh, even if it means you tear me down to renovate
Oh, even if it means you tear me down to renovate