Jordan - Tara MacLean
Forty years the wilderness held my sad children.
Promises of lands that flow with milk and honey.
Hold me Jordan. Hold me Jordan.
The builders of the wall, the temple fell.
The sun the moon stood still circled by
The twelve stones of Jordan, Hold me Jordan.
Tomorrow you will walk on water,
twelve stones, twelve stones of Jordan.
Tomorrow you will take me down to the river,
Oh twelve stones, twelve stones of Jordan.
Divided were the waters at the feet of the priests.
Did you see me Joshua, standing in the Jordan.
See the open wounds flowing from your hands
flowing from your feet.
Hold me Jordan.
Tomorrow you will walk on water
Oh twelve stones, twelve stones of Jordan.
Tomorrow you will take me down to the river,
Oh twelve stones, twelve stones of Jordan.
Are you hungry my sad children
are you thirsty run to the river
and are you angry my sad children
take the twelve stones, twelve stones of Jordan.
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