Make an Ocean - David Crowder

The day has left nothing of its quiet dissipation,

just a bit of starry language lifting heavy eyes.

The plague of the vague cold-hearted speculation,

where haunted dreams of peaceful things of Eden rise.

Move your hand across the void of my heart

Move your hand across the void of my soul

Move your hand across this land of dry bones

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

The answers lay silent against all expectation,

just a bit of starry language and lingering lies.

The ghost and the host sifting through desolation,

where haunted dreams of peaceful things of Eden rise.

Move your hand across the void of my heart

Move your hand across the void of my soul

Move your hand, I’m just a bag of dry bones

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Bright flame of hope tremblin' like a sword,

in the hand of a man who does not want war.

Move your hand across the void of my heart

Move your hand across the void of my soul

Move your hand across the darkness of my mind,

Move your hand, oh, and let there be light

Move your hand across the void in my soul

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Oh, make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean