Cover My Door

Out of the treeline Come wolves to crouch at my door They wait in hunger For the moment I lay down my swords They've torn down my fences Come to collect my debt Brought ashes to my door step To remind me of the forests I've burned Be still my soul what wars have you won? Here come the wolves they're hungry for blood They're hungry for blood But down by the hillside Where death is buried now Comes a lamb from his graveside To send all of my wolves running scared Though bled out in rivers He walks to this dead man's porch Brings life to his household And paints his blood on my door The blood that's won all my wars Be still my soul what wars have you won? Here come the wolves they're hungry for blood But oh Praise the lamb who covers my door And gives me a home in the blood of the son Loved in my poverty Paid for in blood That when you look upon this wretch You would see your son Oh I've been loved in my poverty Paid for in blood That when you look upon this wretch You would see your son Be still my soul what wars have you won? Here come the wolves they're hungry for blood But oh Praise the lamb who covers my door And gives me a home in the blood of the son Jesus my love What words could this poor man write? I've been running my whole life And yet you would call me your bride