From the recording Desolate Heaven

Reminder to self: don't swing for the fences.

Lyrics

You stood upon the mountain
In the cyclone's swirling air
With the burning bake and the seismic shake
Yet somehow the spirit wasn't there

Chorus:
It wasn't in the earthquake
Nor in the blast of horns
In the fury of the fire
Nor the bolt of the thunderstorm
Cause it's a whisper in the quiet
To comfort her who mourns
You gotta dig for the truth in the healing roots
Underneath the thorns

How you gonna feed the hungry?
You ain’t got all that much yourselves
Just pretend it's a race to clear some space
For the leftover baskets on the shelves
Your wealth's not in your money
Don't tuck your talents in a tin
You'll never earn enough to give as much 
As the widow who put a penny in

It's a tent and not a temple
It's a shepherd, not a king
A trickling creek, not a roaring river
So throw down your weapons; let the singers sing
(c) Dave Nealon 2018