The Maker - Willie Nelson

Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open

I’ve run a twisted line

I’m a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes

I could not feel for the fear in my life

From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light

Of John Baptist walking to me with the Maker

My body my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep

I can’t work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away

I’m not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters

Standing here with broken wings

I have seen the flaming swords

There over east of eden

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Oh, river rise from your sleep

Oh, river rise from your sleep

Oh, river rise from your sleep