On the Deck of a Spanish Sailing Ship, 1492
Lord, we take this journey
To find a promised land
Lord, we take this journey
To find a promised land
And we believe in your power
But the end is so close,
Lord, these men are hungry
There just hasn't been enough
And the journey's been so rough
And, Lord, these men are hurting
They implore me to go back
As the planks beneath them crack
And I know it's my responsibility
But I'm starving too
And I hurt, I do
And I'm lost
I believe in my responsibility
But I need to see
If the fruits will be worth the cost
So I'm begging you, Lord
You gotta stop, take a look
At your children who believe in this promised land
Have mercy, Lord
Stop their suffering and their woe
Stop, shine your light on these children
Who have faith in your guiding hand
I'm just begging Lord
‘Cause there's no place else to go
Lord, this ship is crowded
And the men are tired an worn
But another baby's born
And, Lord, this ship is broken
And the sails are ripped and old
But the winds are rough and cold
And I know it's my responsibility
When I ride the sea
These men turn to me for a sign
I believe in my responsibility
But I can't be sure
When it's time for your light to shine
~Jason Robert Brown (Songs for a New World)
To find a promised land
Lord, we take this journey
To find a promised land
And we believe in your power
But the end is so close,
Lord, these men are hungry
There just hasn't been enough
And the journey's been so rough
And, Lord, these men are hurting
They implore me to go back
As the planks beneath them crack
And I know it's my responsibility
But I'm starving too
And I hurt, I do
And I'm lost
I believe in my responsibility
But I need to see
If the fruits will be worth the cost
So I'm begging you, Lord
You gotta stop, take a look
At your children who believe in this promised land
Have mercy, Lord
Stop their suffering and their woe
Stop, shine your light on these children
Who have faith in your guiding hand
I'm just begging Lord
‘Cause there's no place else to go
Lord, this ship is crowded
And the men are tired an worn
But another baby's born
And, Lord, this ship is broken
And the sails are ripped and old
But the winds are rough and cold
And I know it's my responsibility
When I ride the sea
These men turn to me for a sign
I believe in my responsibility
But I can't be sure
When it's time for your light to shine
~Jason Robert Brown (Songs for a New World)
posted by curlyhairedmegan @ 10:10 AM
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