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Field of Thorns lyrics

The coldest hours come before morning
With every drop of blood spilled in this field of daggers
Bring many sons of heaven to glory
Until your rains oh God bring forth Your colored beauty
Confirm the hopes of nations in longing

I see a new day coming maybe tomorrow
Whoa, to the king of nothing
I see a new day coming maybe tomorrow
Whoa, to the king of nothing
I see a clean blood running, brothers of sorrow
Here is Your kingdom coming, here is Your kingdom coming

Spread wide your wings oh God, relieve this scarlet fever
Catch every tear of mothers in morning
Bring life to tired hopes buried in fields of flowers
Bring many sons of battle to glory
With every drop of blood caged in this tired body
I long to bring my Father to glory

I see a new day coming maybe tomorrow
Whoa, to the king of nothing
I see a clean blood running brothers of sorrow
Here is Your kingdom coming, here is Your kingdom coming
He holds the key

He was and is, He is and is to come
He was and is, He is and is to come
He holds the key

The coldest hours come before morning
With every drop of blood spilled in this field of daggers

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