Classic Mars Hill music; Post Concussion by Team Strike Force

Early on in the morning 
I wake up to the warning 
That there are angels standing by my side 

Platinum clouds open up
I see your face in the twilight 
Peaceful glow in Your cosmic eyes

Then sometimes my desire 
Drags me into the fire 
Climbing higher in my sin 

Up at the top of my ladder 
I just keep growing sadder 
Till you show me where I am

Sitting on the moon 
Your shooting stars find my heart 
When I wander from You 
Your face shows me the way home

I swim in a circle of souls 
Here in the body we know 
You’re revealing your cosmic eyes 

But twisted waves kill emotion 
Like a train in the ocean 
Straining against the pulling tide

Closing in on the distance on my track of resistance 
I am caught in Your galactic gaze 
Sin is like a concussion 
Satisfies you with nothing 
Then the Spirit reveals your haze