Family

From Abram and Sarai to Mary and Joseph,
Learning the hope begins at home
Asking the questions keeps us open;
We meet Creator God, no longer unknown

CHORUS
Fathers and Mothers lay down the path,
Answering questions children will ask
Sharing, preparing for the Awaited One
Harlots and holy, scoundrels and saints,
Ancestors’ stories of glory and pain

How fragile my faith; how precarious my prayers;
How daring my doubt, following my footsteps
Just a breath in front of God

It's been so many years ago--I made a promise to the sky
Shaking my small fist at Him, I never needed so to cry
"You have never left me, never let me get away,
But I have never wanted you to hold me, 'til today."

How fragile my faith; how precarious my prayers;
How daring my doubt, following my footsteps
Just a breath in front of God

The trees are without blossom; no fruit is on the vine
The harvest we were counting on will not come in this time
No food is on the table; no water in the well
If we survive this famine, oh, the stories we will tell

We may be driven far away from here;
We may be tempted to hold on to fear
But when our dreams have all gone up in smoke,
We refuse to give up hope because...

The seed of the chaos was the thought that he could be great
The long and lonely commute was where the slow and steady scheming took place
He kept it all in his head, and after weeks he felt the guarantee
In the end, the guards' mercy meant they only blew out both his knees

The prelude to the disenchantment was the daydream of fire
Until the heat on the stairs and in the kitchen was what he required
He felt alive and together; for a moment nothing could be wrong
But nothing could be right when long-suffering life and kids are gone