Ash Wdnesday Songtext
von Steve Bell

Trimmed arrows straight and true
Fly with all our longings to
The very heart of suffering love
That draws the singing sorrows of

Creation′s plaintive tune
Into its own where love is strewn
Among the thickets there beside
The objects of our heart's desire

Love bruises to the bone
When it falls among the thorny paths
And fields of stone
If this is all we′ve known
What makes the body ache
To land a better home?

Desire of all desire
Pure and all-consuming fire
Draw every fierce and fiery dart
That errant flies from earnest hearts


You know it all too well
We talk of love but love will tell
Saints are fashioned from the start
When love befalls the faint of heart

Love bruises to the bone
When it falls among the thorny paths
And fields of stone
If this is all we've known
What makes the body ache
To land a better home?

We gather and we pray
And hope against the day
When every sorrow flies
Redeemed among the sparrows
Of the open skies
Free to scale the lofty heights above
Free to fall into the heart of love


Love bruises to the bone
When it falls among the thorny paths
And fields of stone
If this is all we've known
What makes the body ache
What makes the body ache
To land a better home?