Micah Bournes Graves Of Desire Lyrics

There's a basket in the heavens
Overflowin' full of blessin'
For the chirren who will listen to the Lord
But the chirren hear the whistle
Of the harlot in the temple
Of the idol full of trite and shiny toys

In the morning you will say
If only it were evening
I might have rest for my weary soul
In the evening you will say
If only it were morning
I might have light in this pit of woe

So the children of the promise
Played the harlot with the harlot
And the harlot was a harlot after all
And the pleasures they enjoyed
Were the pleasures that destroyed
All the pleasure and the joy which they sought In the morning you will say
If only it were evening
I might have rest for my weary soul
In the evening you will say
If only it were morning
I might have light in this pit of woe

Can't you see
You need to come back home

Kibroth Hattaavah
Just like your fathers
Lie in your graves of desire (3x)

There's a basket in the heavens
Overflowin' full of blessin'
For the chirren who will listen to the Lord
There's a basket in the heavens
Overflowin' full of blessin'
But the chirren never listen to the Lord

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