Tuesday night at the Bible study
Publisher: NEW JERUSALEM MUSIC PUBLISHING
Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
We lift our hands and pray over your body
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
In the morning at the top of the stairs
But nothing ever happens
Oh, the glory when you ran outside
I remember at Michael's house
Sunday night when I cleaned the house
With the pictures of your mother
And he drove his car to the navy yard
When I kissed you on the mouth
Golden rod and the 4-H stone
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
On the first of March on the holiday
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
In the morning in the winter shade
On the floor at the great divide
The things I brought you
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
And the cardinal hits the window
And you told me not to follow you
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared
And he takes and he takes and he takes
And I almost touched your blouse
And the complications when I see his face
And the complications you could do without
In the morning through the window shade
Your father cried on the telephone
In the morning when you finally go
In the living room when you kissed my neck
Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
I thought I saw you breathing
I am crying in the bathroom
When I found out you had cancer of the bone
In the morning in the window
Just to prove that he was sorry
I find the card where you wrote it out
I could see what you were reading
Oh, the glory when he took our place
Songwriter: Sufjan Stevens