"The Space Above Me"

I find the prophet Jeremiah a fascinating character. He asked God a lot of awkward questions, and we’re still waiting for the answers.

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The Space Above Me

© 1994 Kevin Dempsey and Brian Hutzell

What a pity the place is a mess

We've had so little success

Keeping the house in order

We just pile it in the corner

And hope it will go away

Is there no balm in Gilead?

No physician there?

Why do the wicked prosper

Leaving noble men to carry their burdens into slaughter

Like innocent sheep

I wish my head was water

Then my eyes would always weep

Now I ask you: How can love be floating in the space above me?

In the space above me, in the space above me

In the city, we face daily stress

The country promises rest

But only delivers danger

And the hand of every stranger

Is left empty while we pray

Is there no balm in Gilead?

No physician there?

Why do the wicked prosper

Leaving noble men to carry their burdens into slaughter

Like innocent sheep

I wish my head was water

Then my eyes would always weep

Now I ask you: How can love be floating in the space above me?

In the space above me, in the space above me

Standing by

Repeating questions from days gone by

Questions that were never answered

And may never be

Is there no balm in Gilead?

No physician there?

Why do the wicked prosper

Leaving noble men to carry their burdens into slaughter

Like innocent sheep

I wish my head was water

Then my eyes would always weep

Now I ask you: How can love be floating in the space above me?

In the space above me, in the space above me

Kevin Dempsey and Brian Hutzell

Chicago