Prayer Wheel – Daniel Amos – letras

These are the fasting daysGonna’ break our willLet Christ out of the money boxLet our hearts be stillWe’ll crawl on our bellies nowAnd make a wound to healDry blood on the potter’s soil is our holy mealTake a page, print your nameTack it to the prayer wheelSpin it ’til it makes the soundOf a thousand voices cryingEvery name that’s on the prayer wheelLamentations up to heavenMake some small enough to wearAround our wrists, reminders thereOf the promises we madeThese are the gathering daysOf clouds and pagesThere are icons on the subway wallsProphets and sagesThe wheel will stand upon a mound of dust and ashesOur backs are pinned against the wall of thorns and lashesNow these are the numbered daysThe final stagesWe live in caves upon the mountain calledThe Rock of AgesAnd there will be no signsLike statues with the bleeding handsJust a fire burning in the soul of every manThese are the promises we made, etc.