10.David Waits
Put your head upon my shoulder
Lay the hammer at your side
Storms inside this tiny artist
Dream in marble, shapes and light
Forging through to what's becoming
So much wearing at your heart
Though the knife and chisel break you
There will be a work of art
You are throwing yourself at the stone
'Cause you see the shape and the form of his face
What your hands cannot break
And David waits
Speaking words over the darkness
Like the artist of the earth
In the image, daughter, father
Your creation your rebirth
You are throwing yourself at the stone
'Cause you see the shape and the form of his face
What your hands cannot break
And David waits
On the other side of brokenness
The way your heart connects to his
Both must be free for the beauty to be revealed
You are throwing yourself at the stone
'Cause you see the shape and the form of his face
What your hands cannot break
And David waits
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