Emmanuel

What are the mysteries of love?
To whom should I speak of all crushed?
How do I translate the Holy dove?
If the Lord were a woman, would She be named Emmanuel?

What are the mysteries of my life?
The gravel in my gut, the spit in my eyes
As I'm trudging through the hills towards gifts so rife
Sweat dripping down like these lonely nights

Sometimes, I kneel down to pray
Other times my day slips away
Why do I feel so damn alone?
If the Lord were a woman, would She be named Emmanuel?

In the midst of it all, in the church's back hall
The letters remain, and I imagine things had never changed
In the mist of it all, in the church's back hall
The letters all said, "It sure is hard to raise the dead"

In the midst of it all, in the church's back hall
The letters remain, I imagine things had never changed
In the midst of it all, in the church's back hall
The letters remain, they said "It sure is hard to raise the dead"

Emmanuel
Emmanuel
Emmanuel



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew William Hrvatin, Robert Gerard Piarowski, Ryan James Gentile
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