Isaiah 45:23
by The Mountain Goats
From the album: The Life of the World to Come
Track 11 of 12 on The Life of the World to Come (2009).
Duration: 3:40
Lyrics for Isaiah 45:23
If my prayer be not humble, make it so In these last hours, if the spirit waits in check, help me let it go And should my suffering double, let me never love you less Let every knee be bent and every tongue confess And I won't get better But someday I'll be free 'Cause I am not this body That imprisons me I read the magazines somebody brought Hold them to my failing eyes until my hands get hot And when the nurse comes in to change my sheets and clothes The pain begins to travel, dancing as it goes And I won't get better But someday I'll be free 'Cause I am not this body That imprisons me If my prayer goes unanswered, that's alright If my path fills with darkness and there's no sign of light Let me praise you for the good times, let me hold your banner high Until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry And I won't get better But someday I'll be free 'Cause I am not this body That imprisons me