"The Widowing Field" by Jars of Clay

I'm sure that I could never make it through a night without
you here
The fire in the skies illuminates the demons closing in.

Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last, 
Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go.

As I crawl along these trails and fight upon this widowing
field.
The ground below is bare and burned in the places I have
learned to trust you.


Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last, 
Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go

If I am not the last to go,
Believe in silence sets my heart to racing.
I will lift my eyes to you, please, Father, find me.

Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last, 
Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go