Equally Skilled

Music and Lyrics by Jon Foreman

How miserable I am

I feel like a fruit picker who arrived here after the harvest

There's nothing here at all

There's nothing at all here that could placate my hunger

The godly people here are all gone

There's not one honest soul left alive here on the planet

We're all murderers and thieves

Setting traps here for even our brothers

And both of our hands are equally skilled at doing evil

Equally skilled at bribing the judges

Equally skilled at perverting justice

Both of our hands

The day of justice comes

And is even now swiftly arriving

Don't trust anyone at all

Not your best friend or even your wife

For the son hates the father

The daughter despises even her mother

Look, your enemies are right,

Right in the room of your very household

And both of their hands are equally skilled at doing evil

Equally skilled at bribing the judges

Equally skilled at perverting justice

Both of their hands

No, don't gloat over me

For though I fall I will rise again

Though I sit here in darkness

The Lord, the Lord alone, He will be my light

I will be patient as the Lord

Punishes me for the wrongs I've done against Him

After that He'll take my case

Bringing me to light and give justice for all I have suffered

And both of His hands are equally skilled at ruining evil

Equally skilled at judging the judges

Equally skilled at administering justice

Both of His hands are equally skilled at showing me mercy

Equally skilled at loving the loveless

Equally skilled at administering justice

Both of His hands