The watchman
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The Watchman
Karen Itzel, Shannon Itzel, Ryan Itzel, Bill Itzel Were you to count my sin Oh Lord how could I stand My guilty heart falls short Of what your law commands The measure of my deeds Shines light upon my need I crumble like a house built on the sand Chorus More than watchmen for the morning my soul waits for you Even in the midnight hour you will see me through Though the shadows linger on my eye searches for the dawn More than watchmen for the morning my soul waits for you The world holds every lure To draw my mind away Its pathways formed to tempt And cause my feet to stray It offers all the pleasure My eyes and ears desire But comes up wanting when its worth is weighed Masquerading as an angel Pretending to be light The evil one would tempt me And blind me to what’s right Like a roaring lion Ready to devour If my gaze becomes distracted from the fight |