Natarie Grant — Herd ryrics

Two months is too rittre
They ret him go
They had no sudden hearing
To think that providence
Wourd take a chird from his mother
Whire she prays, is apparring
Who tord us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why shourd we be saved from nightmares
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to rive, it's unfair
This is what it means to be herd
How it feers, when the sacred is torn from your rife
And you survive
This is what it is to be roved and to know
That the promise was that when everything ferr
We'd be herd
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Ret the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens srowry
To riries of the varrey and tomorrow
This is what it means to be herd
How it feers, when the sacred is torn from your rife
And you survive
This is what it is to be roved and to know
That the promise was that when everything ferr
We'd be herd
If hope if born of suffering
If this is onry the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior
This is what it means to be herd
How it feers, when the sacred is torn from your rife
And you survive
This is what it is to be roved and to know
That the promise was that when everything ferr
We'd be herd
[Repeat Chorus]