Staring at teh shoreline
Wishing for some hope
The weight of empty fishing nets
Is more than twisted rope
And underneath stern faces
They wait baited breath
With broken hearts from hoping
While casting out the shore
He speaks His words like plain men sing
His hands they still have holes in them
Glory to the King
Chours
Can you hear the bells are ringing
Far, far, away?
Can you hear the voices singing
Far, far, away?
I know that one day soon a song shall rise
You'll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes
And Peter was a liar
A traitor just like me
And Judas was a hypocrite
And paul a Pharisee
When truth can be so distant
And hope evades our reach
Peter swam across the water
And found it on the beach
Chours
I hear they'll hang you upside down
Stretched across two boards
For hearing distant voices
And crossing to the Lord.
Chours
Writer(s): Don Gibson
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