Dweller By A Dark Stream - Bruce Cockburn

    It could have been me put the
    thorns in your crown
    Rooted as I am in a violent ground
    How many times have I turned
    your promise down
    Still you pour out your love
    Pour out your love

    I was a dweller by a dark stream
    a crying heart hooked on a dark dream
    In my convict soul I saw your love gleam
    And you showed me what you've done
    Jesus, thank-you joyous Son

    You entered a life like ours
    to give us back our own
    You wanted us like you
    as choosers not clones
    You offered up your flesh
    and death was overthrown
    Now salvation is ours,
    salvation is ours


    So I'm walking this prison camp world
    I long for a glimpse of
    the new world unfurled
    The chrysalis cracking and moisten
    winds uncurl
    Like in the vision John saw
    the vision John saw



    Marco Giunco
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