I turned the corner of prayer and I run from the presence of a setting sun.
In the face of the lamb
I will turn around and cower low
Take Take Take
Now I am lost under rising light, here in the radiance containing the room.
I turn towards Him in prayer then I run back again
Take Take Take
But the bright sun, the lion's son, does not move its gaze. Oh I am found,
I am found To break me and burn me and drown.
But the lion's son glistens on the sky.
This exodus I know is playing on my heart.