What We've Done

        Traveled such a way
        Waited for so long
        Came to bring the Word
        In our lives and in our songs
        But what are we doing
        In this bushland we call Faith
        The skies are blue but the grass is dry
        How long 'til you send rain
         

          Can you work through what we've done, Lord?
          Can treasures come from jars of clay?
          Can these dry bones rise up again, Lord?
          And is there more you've got to say?
          What's it take to have your spirit move,
          If we don't feel it, can it still be there?
          If faith's not in feelings, or only the mind
          Is it in something that they both share
           
        So many times I feel our tries
        Aren't accomplishing anything
        How can all this mucking around
        Be in the service of the King?
        Feels like such a stretch
        From the cause to the effect
        But something happens in between
        Far more that we could expect
         
          Chorus
           
        Be steadfast in the work of the Lord
        Your labor is not in vain
         
          God will work through what we've done, yeah
          And treasures will come from jars of clay
          These dry bones will rise up again, Lord
          And there is more you've got to say
          What's it take to have your spirit move?
          If we don't feel it, believe it is still there
          'Cause faith's not in feelings, or only the mind
          But in something that they both share
          Yeah in something that they both share