Beautiful Boys and Girls - Denison Witmer

Sense of home is all of this and more

Voice of love flies just beyond the door

Contemplating, I no longer change

Built my hope according to the day

Beautiful boys and girls

Beautiful broken world

Beautiful boys and girls

God if I pray, so long so loud

It’s that most days you don’t make a sound

Sense of home was lost along the way

Naked bodies buried in my veins

Nations rise and buckle in the weight

Homesick for the words I couldn’t place

Beautiful boys and girls

Beautiful broken world

Beautiful boys and girls

God if I pray, so long so hard

It’s that most days you don’t make a sound

When you find me at the well

Will you comfort me until

Will you recognize my face

And replace, change

Beautiful boys and girls

Beautiful broken world