there s a spirit o er the deep and it wants my soul to keep with a whisper in my ear beckoning me ever near beckoning me ever near i have struggled with that voice now for most of my grown life but i never entered in because i bought into the lie surely you ll not die i have wrestled with the snake i have struggled with the fruit i have fumbled with my fig leaves as you call me through the dew lord may i struggle after you i have lusted far too long for other lovers in the dark i have bound myself in full i have given them my heart i have given them my heart you re that candle in the window like the lighthouse on the shore like the shepherd leaves the flock to usher one back through the door one back through the door you have turned ear to my prayers though i break your heart in two bearing all my selfish begging what else would i have you do lord may i struggle after you i have taken of the wine i have taken of the bread i have taken of your flesh and blood with the devil in my bed the devil in my bed i m the son too far from home you re the father fair and true and you love although i fail as good fathers always do lord may i struggle after you