John Mark McMillan - Wilderlove

Plumbed the badlands as a child
Where the dust devils dance
On the dreams of the ivy wild

The places you grow up
The tumbling ground is rough
There is no domestic heart
Then what have we become just pedestrian
There is no domestic heart

The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we reckon with it, and we wrestle with it
The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it

You are the wilderness and I fall fast drawn
To the rise of your vast expanse
I feel so underdressed so civilized and small
By the powers that you possess

The places you grow up
The tumbling ground is rough
There is no domestic heart
Then what have we become just pedestrian
There is no domestic heart

The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it
The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it

The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it
The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it

Plumbed the badlands as a child
Where the dust devils dance
On the dreams of the ivy wild

The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it
The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it

The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it
The Wilderlove is hidden within us
And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it

We wrestle with it