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Written by: Dave Horn
Lyrics
Lightning sears the night
Thunder makes the children cry
Houses crash into the waves
As winds whip the sea
There's a rip beneath the earth
And far away ten thousand die
All the Earth is groaning
From death to be free
It is a fearsome thing
to fall into the hands of the Living God (repeat)
Desire strikes a blow to
The praying monk inside his cell
Vanity and weakness gnaw
The mighty emperor on his throne
Purpose and devotion mock
The man inside his cheap hotel
Companionship is taunting
The woman left alone
It is a fearsome thing to fall into
the hands of the Living God (repeat)
All alike have felt it
Fear of darkness, fear of hell
All the many thorns of fear
From common root have grown
All the fine accomplishments
prove to be an empty shell
All the acts of treason show that
Death is all we own
It is a fearsome thing to fall into
the hands of the Living God (repeat)
His holy touch is far too much
it grinds the empty heart to crumbling sands
So He took that dust and rebuilt our trust
with a beating heart and living Human hands.
Shield our eyes, they said
Show us no more of Your power unveiled
But He veiled Himself instead
Took up our flesh and blood
and in weakness prevailed.
It was a fearsome thing
When He fell into
the hands of the Living God
It was a fearsome thing
When He fell into
the hands of the Living God
His holy touch
is far too much
it grinds the empty heart to crumbling sands
So He took that dust and rebuilt our trust
with a beating heart and living Human hands.
Thunder makes the children cry
Houses crash into the waves
As winds whip the sea
There's a rip beneath the earth
And far away ten thousand die
All the Earth is groaning
From death to be free
It is a fearsome thing
to fall into the hands of the Living God (repeat)
Desire strikes a blow to
The praying monk inside his cell
Vanity and weakness gnaw
The mighty emperor on his throne
Purpose and devotion mock
The man inside his cheap hotel
Companionship is taunting
The woman left alone
It is a fearsome thing to fall into
the hands of the Living God (repeat)
All alike have felt it
Fear of darkness, fear of hell
All the many thorns of fear
From common root have grown
All the fine accomplishments
prove to be an empty shell
All the acts of treason show that
Death is all we own
It is a fearsome thing to fall into
the hands of the Living God (repeat)
His holy touch is far too much
it grinds the empty heart to crumbling sands
So He took that dust and rebuilt our trust
with a beating heart and living Human hands.
Shield our eyes, they said
Show us no more of Your power unveiled
But He veiled Himself instead
Took up our flesh and blood
and in weakness prevailed.
It was a fearsome thing
When He fell into
the hands of the Living God
It was a fearsome thing
When He fell into
the hands of the Living God
His holy touch
is far too much
it grinds the empty heart to crumbling sands
So He took that dust and rebuilt our trust
with a beating heart and living Human hands.
