Jars Of Clay - The Widowing Field lyrics

I'm sure that I could never Make it through the night without you here The fires in the sky Illuminate the demons closing in Have mercy on my soul If I am not the last Have mercy on my soul If I am not the last to go As I crawl around these trails And fight upon this widowing field The ground below is bare and burned At the places I have learned to trust You Have mercy on my soul If I am not the last Have mercy on my soul If I am not the last to go I am not the last to go When even silence sets my heart to racing I will lift my eyes to you Please, Father, find me Have mercy on my soul Have mercy on my soul If I am not the last Have mercy on my soul If I am not the last Have mercy on my soul If I am not the last Have mercy on my soul If I am not the last to go