Returns Lyrics

The old wood carver sat on his bench

The same old way he always had

The gifts he made were world renowned

The best that ever could be found

Then one day he stepped outside

Upon his doorstep there to find

Many gifts had been returned

Some were bruised and some were burned

So tell me

Does anyone else see

The tears in his eyes

As he sadly tries

To somehow comprehend

Just how did

These people come to this

They tear and destroy

His work and his joy

In the name of convenience

And so he journeyed into town

Hailed by stones and angry shouts

The mob that gathered screamed and cried

This old man ruined their lives

Few voices rose in protest

The least of these, the ones who cared

They were silenced all the more

If they had never spoke before

So tell me

Does anyone else see

The tears in his eyes

As he sadly tries

To somehow comprehend

Just how did

These people come to this

They tear and destroy

His work and his joy

In the name of convenience

Nothing he did say could quell

Their minds made up his gifts were hell

That all he did was steal from them

But time was never theirs to spend

What seemed to puzzle him was that

Most who had received had asked

Why did they ask if they had not

Desired for the things they bought

So tell me

Does anyone else see

The tears in his eyes

As he sadly tries

To somehow comprehend

Just how did

These people come to this

They tear and destroy

His work and his joy

In the name of convenience

My father God sat on his throne

He held the world that he had wove

And there my God began to cry

There with precious stolen lives