Shoulder to the wheel
For someone else's selfish gain
Here there is no choosing
Working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain
Fire in the field
Underneath a blazing sun
Soon the sun was faded
And freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the Holy One
Lead me on, lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into Your keeping
Lead me on, lead me on
The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking
Lead on
Bitter cold terrain
Echoes of a slamming door
Chambers made for sleeping forever
Voices like thunder
In a mighty roar
Crying to the Lord
Man hurts man
Time and time, time again
Though we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me why
Bethany Dillon - Lead Me On Lyrics
Bethany Dillon - Lead Me On Lyrics
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Shoulder to the wheel
For someone else's selfish gain
Here there is no choosing
Working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain
Fire in the field
Underneath a blazing sun
Soon the sun was faded
And freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the Holy One
Lead me on, lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into Your keeping
Lead me on, lead me on
The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking
Lead on
Bitter cold terrain
Echoes of a slamming door
Chambers made for sleeping forever
Voices like thunder
In a mighty roar
Crying to the Lord
Man hurts man
Time and time, time again
Though we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me why
For someone else's selfish gain
Here there is no choosing
Working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain
Fire in the field
Underneath a blazing sun
Soon the sun was faded
And freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the Holy One
Lead me on, lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into Your keeping
Lead me on, lead me on
The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking
Lead on
Bitter cold terrain
Echoes of a slamming door
Chambers made for sleeping forever
Voices like thunder
In a mighty roar
Crying to the Lord
Man hurts man
Time and time, time again
Though we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me why
Writer: AMY GRANT GILL, WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, MICHAEL WHITAKER SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave