Ichabod Songtext

here lies that barren wasteland
you look at me i'm stupid
wretched worm that i am
so, so undeserving
and now my posture is hunched in disarray
throw me in the dungheap oh and yet you still love me

Ichabod, are you wrestling like Jacob with God
the glory has left you, your standing at odds
see the eyes of I AM upon you
hear the flesh tear, it should be upon you

the moon is now out shining
bring light to the night
walking on disabled wooden crutch for my life
where was your glory when i cried last night
when i awoke your thunder spoke
i stood in wondered fright