The Offering

In the hush before the wind Where the forest forgets it's name A flame is born from silence Not to burn, but to remain And I lay down my longing Where no one sees or hears To the fire that leaves no witness To the dawn behind our tears Not of fire's rage and crumble Some burning wood, deep and slow And I lay down my longing Where no one sees or hears To the fire that leaves no witness To the dawn behind our tears Let the smoke become a whisper Let the light become a prayer For what we give in silence Builds a kingdom in the air Oh, oh, oh Here is my offering, not of gold Not of song, but of faith, still and strong And I lay down my longing Where no one sees or hears To the fire that leaves no witness To the dawn behind our tears Let the smoke become a whisper Let the light become a prayer For what we give in silence Builds a kingdom in the air