so pain stains the windows and tears smear the pane
and we sit here and wonder if weather will ever
blow this old house down again
and you tip back your chair and you say to the wind
a pot of gold is the end of the rainbow
so what is at the beginning?
is there beginning? thought this was the end
you’ve said it before and i’ll say it again
but this house is not gold
after all
i don’t know
if the nails will hold
after all
after All.
so pain stains the windows and tears smear the pane
and we sit here and wonder if weather will ever
blow this old house down again
and you take my hand and we follow the rainbow
from end to beginning to see
the beauty began before i ran yet after He came for me
before the tears and after the love
after nails of iron dripped with blood
and Promise bowed down from the heavens to cry
there is beginning, this isn’t the end
it’s stormed before, it will storm again
because that house is not gold
after all
but I Know
These Nails will hold
for Eternity
after All.