The Waiting - Never Dim video free download

I think I smell the sunset,

Think I feel the close of day.

Clean shaven correspondents

Are all crowded at the gate;

Smell the oil from their torches,

Their voices growing more irate.

Shepherds' staves are crooked,

Leading every crooked way.

All the sheep lock their doors;

Yeah, they're pulling down their shades.

The faithful looking in their mirrors,

The faithful growing old and gray...

But I look at You:

Your eyes are clear and bright.

I see your face:

It's an amazing sight.

Your glory, Lord,

Is still a burning light,

A light that all our faithless hands

Could never dim.

Think I feel the sunset,

Think I smell the death of day.

People laughing at a funeral;

People dancing at a wake.

And all the seasons blend together -

This birds loosing feathers everyday...

But I look at You:

Your eyes are clear and bright.

I see your face:

It's an amazing sight.

Your glory, Lord,

Is still a burning light,

A light that all our faithless hands

Could never dim.

Everybody's tired, and scared,

And begging unbelief,

But You have yet to break a sweat.

No, You're not afraid.

You're not afraid.

You're not afraid.

Think I smell the sunset,

Think I feel the close of day.

Shepherds' staves are crooked,

Leading every crooked way.

People laughing at a funeral;

And people dancing at a wake...

I look at You:

Your eyes are clear and bright.

I see your face:

It's an amazing sight.

Your glory, Lord,

Is still a burning light,

A light that all our faithless hands...

I look at You:

Your eyes are clear and bright.

I see your face:

It's an amazing sight.

Your glory, Lord,

Is still a burning light,

A light that all our faithless hands...

Could never dim.

Never dim.

Never dim.