Father Abraham   Do you remember when   You were called to a land   And didn’t know the way      ‘Cause we are wandering    In a foreign land   We are children of the    Promise of the faith      And I long to find it   Can you feel it, too?   That the sun that’s shining   Is a shadow of the truth      This is a far country, a far country   Not my home      In the dark of the night   I can feel the shadows all around me   Cold shadows in the corners of my heart      But the heart of the fight   Is not in the flesh but in the spirit   And the spirit’s got me shaking in the dark      And I long to go there   I can feel the truth   I can hear the promise   Of the angels of the moon      This is a far country, a far country   Not my home      I can see in the strip malls and the phone calls   The flaming swords of Eden   In the fast cash and the news flash   And the horn blast of war   In the sin-fraught cities of the dying and the dead   Like steel-wrought graveyards where the wicked never rest   To the high and lonely mountain in the groaning wilderness   We ache for what is lost   As we wait for the holy God   Of Father Abraham      I was made to go there   Out of this far country   To my home, to my home