Out On The Isthmus

Out On The Isthmus

Out on the isthmus where the storms rage with gray fire,
The ocean boils in black and white.
Out on the isthmus where the wind shrieks with laughter,
Hurling herself against the night.
And the rocks stand cold like broken graves
Of the wayward souls who would walk this way
With no guiding light or hope for safe return.
I journey on. My candle burns.

Out on the isthmus where the waves crash like thunder,
The only path can disappear.
Out on the isthmus where no wise man would wander
Unless your Spirit called him here,
Where the rain pours cold like frozen tears
From the shipwrecked souls who have washed up here
With no warming fire or hope for safe return,
I journey on,

Chorus:
And I will follow you. I will walk or crawl.
I will seek your path til there’s no path at all.
And when I lose my way, I trust your light is true.
So I will follow. Lord, I will follow you.
Out on the isthmus where the lightning can blind you,
I draw my coat against the storm.
Out on the isthmus where there’s no chance for rescue,
I bow my head and think of home.
And the rocks stand tall against the sky
Like a fist raised up in battle cry
From a weary soul who’s weak but will not turn
I journey on

Chorus

Bridge:
Sometimes I wish I could just lay down and die.
And let these waters wash me home.
But til I hear you call me louder than night,
I want to cling to you.
My only hope is…

Written by Jim Weber
(c) Copyright 1993 Centergy Music Group (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.