“Saviour of the Fools” – Puller

So endless I’ve been taken away as patience yields to anger

As a world moves and bends to waves of sin that will not end
Weightless I fall from Grace, take the pause and wish it away
So many will be present so few will see and know.

Oh Savior of the Fools, Oh Savior of the Fools

Tapered lives that burn within surrendered to a life less lived
A crowd of rolling thunder that cannot make a sound
A day of a downcast fool, who finds a chance inside a baby’s eyes
When no one else will live, misunderstood as him.

Oh Savior of the Fools, Oh Savior of the Fools

And in my weakness I vanish with air,
To bow and tremble at the power in His hands
And in my darkness I’m visited again, by the still small voice Who calls
A fool to be a hero for Love

For Love, For Love, For Love, For Love, For Love

Christmas lights and trees can’t heal, broken lives and hearts that feel
The loneliness of fallen dreams, that leaves nothing at all
Moments pass a star to rise, a Baby’s born but born to die
To leave this world a light that cannot be taken out

Oh Savior of the Fools, Oh Savior of the Fools

And in my weakness I manage to relive,
The tear filled eyes of wise men standing in awe of Him
And in my darkness I’m visited again, by the still small voice that was born
On a silent night, to bring a life, for Love

For Love, for Love, for Love, for Love, for Love