River, wide enough to wade the countryside
Deep enough to bear me many miles
Until I stop to sit a while
Aching, like the sliver of a crescent moon
A silver line against the midnight blue
Awaiting red and yellow hues
And I, alike, feel trapped in my own bed
Until the sun should rise
Forgetting the billion suns still burning overhead
And they're singing, holy, holy
Singing, holy, holy
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father
(Instrumental)
Broken, like an oak struck by a lightning storm
Its long life shortened in a moment's harm
Now just a stump on forest floor
And I, alike, feel broken from within
Too angry to admit
This storm is pouring life back in the ground again
And it's singing, holy, holy
Singing, holy, holy
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father
(Instrumental)
Crimson, like the holly seen at Christmastime
Like the color of a sacrifice
Like the heart that gives me life
And I, unlike, so self-absorbed and hurt
Remember him who died
Who walked into the darkness just to bring his light
Who's waiting even now for when he should arrive
And he's singing, holy, holy
Singing, holy, holy
Oh, he's singing, holy, holy
Singing, holy, holy
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father
In the background with my Father