Hand Of God Lyrics - Brother's Blood - Kevin Devine

In the hand of God there's a cattle prod 

That keeps shocking us along 

Until we're flung from roofs without parachutes 

Filling patches on His lawn 

And there's an iron gate where patrolmen wait 

To keep the chosen people safe 

From the infidels in their terror cells 

Rifles blessed by God's good grace 

And there's a shining path strewn with shattered glass 

And hemmed in with barbed wire 

So you can skim your feet but you can't come free 

Oh hallelujah higher and higher 

And all those foxhole prayers full of fear you share 

With a bored and and distant son 

While you held your will while killing time until 

Answers came for anyone 

And you curse their Lord for all He ignored 

In His flawed and vengeful plan 

Cut yourself some slack against a deck so stacked 

I mean come on now you're just one man 

And maybe after all when your conscience calls 

You might prove the missing link 

And all that white hot air you sprayed around out there 

Might have meant more than you think 

So when you breathe, breathe deep 

Breathe in greedily like you might never breathe again 

Go and tell the truth of all the work you do 

It won't be worthless in the end