A dry and weary land, the valley’s long and shadows deep Like forty years of wandering, our souls are bound in twilight’s sleep The paths are broad, the dead abound, we’re clothed in selfish pride No thought of Christ, the cross, the grave…whom sinners justified In vain, man tries to fill the void, the cost of Eden’s garden They spurned the Lord, our lives were cursed, and now ….we need His pardon But eyes are blind, our ears are deaf, the tongue is parched with sin With hopeless works we try to cleanse the mark of Cain within [Chorus] oh…open my eyes to see. The Spirit working in me. I feel so blind, deaf and dumb. Change my stoney heart that feels so numb Unknown we strive to find our place, our souls to find their rest Through money, power, lust or vice… our empty hearts expressed The towers built, the altars laid, foundations built of sand Where wind and wave lay bare our dreams and every mortal plan The need is great, beyond our means…to bridge the gap between A Holy God and sinful man, the temporal and unseen What do we need? The question asked, by hearts and minds of men The answer spoke, the Word went forth…..You must be born again [Chorus] oh…open my eyes to see. The Spirit working in me. I feel so blind, deaf and dumb. Change my stoney heart that feels so numb How can this be? Be born anew? It makes no sense to most Unless God breathes upon the one and gifts the Holy Ghost In ages past He chose His own, His glories to fulfill Resurrection….from the dead….the power of His will Jesus calls to those infirm, the lost, the least, the weak Take up your cross and follow me…you thirsty, mournful….meek Dry and weary, fraught with peril…narrow the path may be Shadowed by Almighty God, His purpose we cannot see [Chorus] oh…open my eyes to see. The Spirit working in me. I feel so blind, deaf and dumb. Change my stoney heart that feels so numb Water, spirit, cross…and grave. We die to self and rise By grace alone salvation given, all praise to Christ on high And through the valley’s shadowed death, we cross to Jordan’s land Our souls are founded on the Rock…His firm foundation stands.
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