[ Featuring Joella ]
Lord, show me my resting place
I've laid idle for hours, disciples still cower
Is this what he'd want?
My back's just as broken, there's other's less fortunate
I'll let it sit in my thoughts
I want my father's hands
I want my brother's face
I want my sister's smile
A soul like my mother's, a passionate lover
To give out her sweet embrace
There's bags on her bicycle, baby girl on her back
Now I'm feeling better, but she's feeling colder alone
And I'll try to be there, if she needs a spare
Remember the labor, the name of the savior can build us a home
And I want my father's hands
I want my brother's face
And I want my sister's smile
A soul like my mother's a passionate lover
To give out her sweet embrace
He lays down at the end
And wonders what happened to the message he was trying to send
He knows harder times create stronger men
Who leave their weakest parts behind
Just so it can happen again
And I want my father's hands (father's hands)
I want my brother's face (brother's face)
And I want my sister's smile (sister's smile)
A soul like my mother's a passionate lover
To give out her sweet embrace (soul like mother's)
Father's hands
Brother's face
Sister's smile
Soul like mother's
