Come
Andrew Peterson Lyrics

I remember the day of the Tennessee flood
I vividly recall the day when the flood engulfed Tennessee

The sound of the scream and the sight of the blood
I heard a scream and saw blood that day

My son he saw as the animal died
My son witnessed an animal's death

In the jaws of the dog as the river ran by
The dog had caught the animal that was being carried away by the river

I said, "Come back soon."
I wished my son would return soon

It's there on the page of the book that I read
I read in a book about it

The boy grew up and the yearling was dead
As the boy grew up, the young deer had already died

He stood at the gate with the angel on guard
He stood at the gate along with the angel guarding it

And wept for the death of his little boy heart
He cried for the death of his childhood

I say, "Come back soon."
I want him to come back soon

We wake in the night in the womb of the world
We wake up at night feeling like we're still in the womb of the world

We beat our fists on the door
We hit the door with our fists

We cannot breathe in this sea that swirls
We find it hard to breathe in this swirling sea of life

So we groan in this great darkness
We groan in the overwhelming darkness of life

For deliverance
We hope for deliverance

Deliverance, O Lord
We pray to the Lord for deliverance

I sit on the bench at the bend in the trail
I sit on a bench at the curve in the trail

And I can feel in the fall the final exhale
I sense the final breath of life during autumn

The trees of the field all wring their hands
The trees in the field appear to be wringing their hands

And the leaves go by like a funeral band
The fallen leaves resemble a funeral procession

I say, "Come back soon."
I wish for someone to come back soon

Are we alone in this great darkness?
Do we exist alone in this overwhelming darkness?

If nature's red in tooth and in claw
If nature is inherently violent and brutal

Then it seems to me that she's an outlaw
It appears to me that nature is defying the law

'Cause every death is a question mark
Every death poses a question

At the end of the book of a beating heart
At the conclusion of a life

And the answer is scrawled in the silent dark
The answer is written in the quiet darkness

On the dome of the sky in a billion stars
In the expanse of the starry sky

But we cannot read these angel tongues
We cannot understand the angelic language

And we cannot stare at the burning sun
We cannot look at the blazing sun

And we cannot sing with these broken lungs
We cannot sing with our damaged voice

So we kick in the womb and we beg to be born
So we struggle within the womb and wish to be born

Deliverance!
We implore for deliverance

Deliverance, O Lord!
We pray to the Lord for deliverance