كلمات Walk to the Well

Too many wrong men, too many bad calls Too much the victim, too few the cracks in the wall Too little freedom for a believer Too close for comfort to the deceiver Something is wrong with this picure Inside a twisted frame I thought I was a new creature But I feel much the same Chorus: Take a walk to the well Taste living water Live to tell of a faithful Father Get up and walk Just go on Too poor in spirit, too rich in vice Short of compassion and long on spite No thoughts eternal in my head No grasp of grace, I wonder why His blood was shed for me I like it solitary I don't let nobody in That kind of closeness scares me I don't know where to begin Chorus I asked to see what was hidden I saw the depth and the scope Of disappointment and longing I saw my sin and my hope My hope Chorus