Poor Bishop Hooper
Sons Of Zebedee
[Verse 1]
Would You rest my tired bones, break up my demons?
A beggar at heart, when I first met You
I had heard of the tricks You could do

[Chorus]
These questions are anchors if I stay in the rain
Where inch after inch my ocean is made
Though it might take years, I will drown all the same
Waiting on the answers You already gave

[Verse 2]
Take up my sons, I've a family for saving
They're better in Your hands than ever in mine
Could one sit at Your left? Could one set at Your right?

[Chorus]
These questions are chains that will stay on my wrists
If I kick away the key for not deserving it
And I'll stay locked in this prison by my own hand I've made
Waiting on the freedom You already gave

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