Heavy Hand - The Call

I feel the heavy hand of truth upon me

I feel the deadly sin of pride

It separates the highest form the lowly

It separates love from you and I

I hear the taunting voice of sure temptation

I hear the rantings of a child

An inner voice telling me I’m nothing

The voice is mine, subject to the lie

Heavy hand on heart

Healing words to impart

Heavy hand on my throat

This is no dream

This is no dream

I see the haunting glow of pure surrender

A shapeless light reveals the hidden vow

I can see the countless sons of thunder

With their knowing eyes circling around me

I feel divisions in this crowd

Heavy hand on my heart

Healing word to impart

Heavy hand on my throat

This is no dream

This is no joke