(Hensley) From Faster
In the foothills of the mountains
Beneath a dark and clearing sky
Thereís a face carved in the hillside
That I seemed to recognize

Some say itís a warrior king
Who died there long ago
(But) I havenít seen it written
So I canít tell how they know

Between the blessing and the curse
The situationís worse
Thereís no place called in between
In any holy word Iíve seen
And I will take my leading
From each and every morning verse
My mindís made up, I gave it all up
The blessing beats the curse

The heathen gather on the hill
Their rituals to perform
Blinded by their hatred
They miss the coming storm

Holy spirit of perception
Keep me safe in your protection
The victory is ours this night
Through your mighty resurrection