A Thousand Cathedrals Lyrics & Credits
/From "A Thousand Cathedrals", released June 11, 2017
All songs written by John Lucas Kovasckitz
Produced by Everett Hardin/Red Yeti Audio
Engineered/Mixed by Everett Hardin
Mastered by Joey Deihl of War Height Audio
Engineering Assistance from Glenn Deuel, Brett Queen, Sam Utz, Casey Wells, Caroline Hardin
Tracked and Mixed at Harvest House Studio
Strings for Cathedrals recorded at RFG Studios, with assistant engineer Graham Saboda
Vocals, acoustic guitars: John Lucas Kovasckitz
Electric guitars: Justin Mower
Piano, background vocals: Benjamin James Roberts
Drums / percussion: Tim Roberts
Cello: Everett Hardin
Violin: Caroline Hardin
Background Vocals: Erin Deuel
Caesar
I have no spare change and I have not the time for your melodies 
And here while you sit, the world is passing you by 
And here you sing of peace and the wild like the frontier's still out there 
But if we buried our guns in the earth we'd all die by the sword 
Oh everything's been bought and sold and bought and sold again 
Dreams won't pay your taxes, and dreams won't feed your children 
Dreams don't make the world go, dreams don't make the world go round 
Go make a man of yourself, and put your stake in the ground 
Turn the tree to timber, turn the earth to brick 
Push the savage from the land with empty promises 
Oh make a man of yourself, and put that ol' guitar down 
For the harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few 
And son your promised land will not be handed to you 
Oh everything's been bought and sold and bought and sold again 
Dreams won't pay your taxes, and dreams won't feed your children 
Dreams don't make the world go, dreams don't make the world go round 
Go make a man of yourself, and put your stake in the ground 
Oh I asked you not for change and I asked you not for scorn 
And you can hold my pity, for I was not just born 
And you can hold the treasures that divide and destroy 
Oh I know everything's been bought and sold and bought and sold again 
Take what is Caesar's, but you will not touch my children 
For the kingdom of heaven is hidden in a field 
And though you pillage and plunder, for you it is concealed 
For you cannot rob what your eyes cannot see 
And you cannot love when your heart is not free 
So make a man of yourself 
And become like a child
Hope
I feel the earth trembling under my feet 
I feel the waters churning, rising from the deep 
I know the trees are swaying with their family's seeds 
And I feel the harvest returning, no more dust and weeds 
I've seen fathers running for their prodigal sons 
And I've seen the nooses empty and the chains undone 
I've seen beggars leaving their crumbs of bread 
And I've seen orphans dancing with crowns on their heads 
And I hear the King whistling through the trees 
To meet Him at the sea, all the murderers and thieves 
And there amongst the tide and all the judges of the land 
He will wash every foot and take His children by the hand 
And I've heard the forest singing as it prepares the table 
For the feast to come, glimpsed in parables and fables 
And between every mountain and every shore 
And through every season we will hunger no more 
All hope rises from the dead 
All hope springs up from the ground 
From a desert to a garden
From a trickle to a stream 
From the dust, my love, you've risen
From the ground you've been redeemed 
But you've always been my firstborn 
And you've always been my prize 
All creation has been groaning for 
The waking of your eyes 
All hope rises from the dead 
All hope springs up from the ground
Hope CCLI #: 7136108
Cathedrals
I have the dust on my boots of a thousand cathedrals 
And I have taken my place with bended knees 
And I have raised my voice with a multitude of angels 
Whose nests are treasured by your trees 
Oh, the music of your fingers 
Oh, the heartbeat of your lands 
Oh, the places where you linger 
Oh, the beauty of your hands 
And I have lit my candle in the folds of your forests 
A spark of light amongst the fires of the night 
And I have risen with the dawn and the thurible of gladness 
Amongst the mist and the dew of your delight 
Oh, the music of your fingers 
Oh, the heartbeat of your lands 
Oh, the places where you linger 
Oh, the beauty of your hands 
You are the one who makes my paths straight 
You are the one who leads me to the waters 
And as I've cupped my hands 
I know, I know, I've seen your face 
For you've touched my eyes with waterfalls 
You've touched my eyes with earth 
You've led me home with moonlight
And you've whispered what I'm worth 
You are the one who leads me to the waters 
You are the one who leads me home 
You lead me home
You lead me home
Cathedrals CCLI #: 7136110
Son of God
If you're the son of God 
Throw yourself down 
Surely your father will heed your call 
Surely the angels will catch your fall 
If you're the son of God 
Then why do you starve? 
Turn the rocks into loaves of bread 
Find pleasure in the evening within your bed 
If you're the son of God 
Then why is there pain? 
Are you weak, or are you not good? 
Oh will you be defeated by a cross of wood? 
If you're the son of God 
Vanquish my enemies 
Protect my borders and securities 
And crush the heads of those who'd rob my peace 
Oh praise the son of God 
The one who has set me free 
He is my passage from the gates of hell 
He is my refuge from the infidel 
Of praise the son of God 
Who knows my every will 
For pleasure is the blessing, child 
And I must have my fill 
Away from me, away from me 
I never knew you 
You are the cell that holds my child within 
Fling open the doors and be made wild again 
Away from me, away from me 
I never knew you
Flesh of My Flesh
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone 
Like a story told you've always known
You took my breath in the daylight 
You stole my heart like a thief in the night 
And I am not a perfect man 
I've unclean lips and soiled hands 
But from the soil we will rise 
For we are dust with a love that never dies 
You are my shelter 
You are my home 
Flesh of my flesh 
Bone of my bone 
You undress me of my bitterness 
And roll away my pride with one kiss 
For we are clothed in majesty 
Beneath our rags of poverty 
And I will spend my days beside you 
For beauty that is shared is beauty true 
We will share the wine, we will share the bread 
We will share our home, we will share our bed 
You are my shelter 
You are my home 
Flesh of my flesh 
Bone of my bone
Bruises
I have heard the news 
And I have felt the crimes 
And I've counted up the numbers 
And I've crossed the battle lines 
And I have smelled the hatred 
For those that aren't the same 
And I've pointed my own fingers 
But I'm not clear of blame 
I've heard the promises of heaven 
And I've heard the threats of hell
But maybe we're already living 
Within the stories that we tell 
For I have wept for bruises 
On the backs of those too young 
But I cling to the Father 
Who calls us all His own 
May your heart never grow hard 
May your eyes always see beauty 
Though you sometimes need to weep 
Though you sometimes need to fight 
May joy come in the morning 
May darkness find the light 
And may you never give up, may you never give up 
May you never give up on love
Bruises CCLI #: 7136111
Thy Kingdom Come
Pass not the cup from me 
If I do thy will 
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done 
Where my blood is spilled 
Make my heart brave 
Make my back strong enough to carry my cross 
For what I've gained for my own pride 
I count as loss 
May my life be poured out 
Upon the feet of the poor 
May orphans call me father 
And may I never lock my doors 
May I never lose hope 
Upon the darkest night 
May my life be a seed 
And my spirit light 
May those that come behind 
Not linger at my grave 
Plant me beside the waters 
And may I offer shade 
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done 
On heaven and earth 
May my life be poured out 
And my death give birth
Thy Kingdom Come CCLI#: 7136112
