Mount Moriah Reckoning Lyrics

Mama, rest your mind
I found a lover, she's gentle and kind
Finally it's the last in kind
So mama, rest your mind

Mama, calm your nerves
It could be so much worse
If this love's the devil's curse
I don't want your cure

If your old good book says its true
Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew
If it feels this painful and pure
I will reckon you

All you ask for is family
I've had your fists, your love, your suffering
All these years of coming clean But never heard or seen

If your old good book says it's true
Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew
If it feels this painful and pure
I will reckon you

Mama, dry your eyes
Forget about the fire
Look how my face smiles and shines
Can you learn to know your child?

If your old good book says it's true
Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew
If it feels this painful and pure
I will reckon you
I will reckon you
I will reckon you