Now It Is Time That Gods Came Walking Out Songtext
von Kurt Elling

Now it is the time that gods came walking ou tof lived-in things
Time that they came and knocked down every wall inside my house
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Only the wind from such attorney could be strong enough to toss the air
As a shovel tosses dirt
A fresh turned field of breath


Oh, gods, gods, you used to come so often
And are still asleep in the things around us
Who serenely rise and in wells that we can only guess at

Splash icy water on your necks and faces
And lightly add your restedness to what
Seems already filled to bursting
Our full lives

Once again, let it be your morning, gods
We keep repeating, you alone, our source
With you the word arises
And your dawn gleams on each crack and crevice of our failure