Be My Courage - John Lucas

There’s blood in these streets of revolution

Of distant warriors, distant kings

Ages old have wrapped their mysteries

In legends worn like magic rings

I’m no priest and I’m no prophet

Neither monk nor modern man

I’m no shepherd, I’m no warrior

And I’m unsure of my own land

Oh God my song is but a whisper

And I don’t know if I can shout

But if you truly are inside me

Be my courage when I doubt

Maybe every song starts small

From a whisper to a cry

Maybe we’re all shepherd warriors

Or maybe lions, you and I

Be my voice when I tremble

Be my strength when I’m weak

Be my path in the darkness

And every word I speak

I’d rather stumble than fear the whiskey

I’d rather bleed than fear the rod

For you are King of my companions:

The weak, the broken, and the flawed

Lead me, Father, to the Pharaohs

And put your Spirit on my tongue

Guide me, Father, from the desert

Let not your song remain unsung

Be my voice when I tremble

Be my strength when I’m weak

Be my path in the darkness

And every word I speak

Be my voice when I tremble

Be my strength when I’m weak

Be my path in the darkness

And every word I speak

Be my voice when I tremble

Be my strength when I’m weak

Be my path in the darkness

And every word I speak