Lyrics Raise Her Hands - Wovenhand

Raise Her Hands

Peering down
Into infirmament
Here to be with them reshapen
By the master’s hand
Against whom
The Lord counts not his wrongs
Who’s lawless deeds forgiven
Blessed is the man
Stand by me here
Our hands together
Of one body
Son and daughter of the maker
Of both our skin
A piece of time
So speak of him
So speak of him thine
Mine and the hearts that pound around me
Mine and the hearts that pound all around me
Stand by me here
Our hands together
Of one body
Son and daughter of the maker
Blessed, blessed is the man
Against whom the Lord counts not his wrongs
Blessed, blessed be the man