Tongues of Fire (Commentary) - John Mark McMillan

The nights we spoke with tongues of fire

The days we walked out on the wire

We were young and we were not afraid

The angels whispered in our ears

To tell us what the hilltop hears

Beholding to the promises we made

When we were young and we were not afraid

River waters moved inside

Our bodies like the ocean tide

The spirit swam the hallows of our veins

Years they roared like waves down on

The rocky shores we stand upon

Beat against our banks with iron rage

When we were young and we were not afraid

We can't still push up against those pillars

We can light those foxes tails ablaze

Nighttime still pushes up against the sun

Where we grow young and we are not afraid

And you, you gotta find your way back home

Out of the woods

And you, you don't have to hold your own

You gotta find your way back home

Out of the woods

They're gonna smoke you out

They're gonna find you out

Out of the woods