WHAT GOOD (GENESIS 15)
BENEATHE BLACK SHINING SKY
YOU TELL ME PRETTY THINGS;
HOW CAN I BE SURE?
I HAD COME TO NUMB THE WANT OF SONS
TILL I ANSWERED YOUR SOVEREIGN LURE
CHARM WEIGHED HEAVY
I LEFT EVERYTHING
TO FOLLOW YOU
SOVEREIGN LORD
WHAT GOOD ARE BLESSINGS WHEN
THERE'S NO ONE LEFT TO LEAVE YOUR PROMISE TO?
BELIEF IS RISING
BRIGHT AS THE VASTNESS CUES
SPARKLING FOR YOU
STILL RED HALVES HAVE SEEN YOUR
SMOKE AND FLAME
COME TRAILING THROUGH
DARKNESS SPELLS ME
I AM COMPELLED TO CONCEDE
YOUR WORD AS TRUE
SOVEREIGN LORD
I WANT TO BELIEVE YOU'RE GOOD
HOW CAN I BE SURE?