"From the Briar" Lyrics

Response

I am holding on to grief,
For the sake of who I am.

It is here I choose to live,
But in happiness I hide.

So tell me death is at the end,
So I can pass this grave I write.
Sweet sorrow till the end,
The grass-roots of my true life.

Like a forester do I run,
Among wilderness and stone.

But the fool jus shakes his head,
And says death no longer prys.

So tell me death is at the end--
So I can pass this grave I write.
Sweet sorrow till the end--
The grass-roots of my true life.

So while I seek forth,
I had an opportunity
To seek God
In every blesséd step
And now my bones ache,
A fire still me burns, so why suppress response,
And don’t look past the mask I am.

Oh I see what ails me now,
Over mounting, cresting, waves.

Hating sorrow all my life,
So in happiness I hide.

So tell me death is at the end,
So I can pass this grave I write.
Sweet sorrow till the end,
The grass-roots of my true life.

So while I seek forth,
I had an opportunity
To seek God,
In every blesséd step
And now my bones ache,
A fire still me burns, so why suppress response
And don’t look past the mask I am.