The eyes upon us from the edges
Of a prodigal wasteland
Needing to see Jesus
Needing to hear Christ
Needing to feel the love of a savior
In a world that saves nothing
And believes in less
May the scales fall from our eyes
And the sweetness of God escape our lips again
May our pitilessness soften
And the people come to us again
From the edges
From our Nineveh
May they come before that single thread snaps
And consigns them to what you have already saved us from