Puppet Player Hard words can not break Can not be Can not shatter I am wise enough to discern Ive lost my sight, still I see Throw myself unto my knees I will fall, Oh God be here Hard words be my lamp Be my light Be my prophet Be Gods precious teaching to me In spite of tears floating free In spite of screaming fear in me I will fall You better be right Thin air, there is no life what you say is what I breathe Father, father do you hear me? Am I still your daughter? What you say is what I breathe I cant praise your name here Still I recognize my shepherds voice Peace is in his footsteps I cry Still my son is in your hands You must give away now I cry Brown Feather Sparrow
spite, still, father, breathe, discern