Samuel Lockridge Wine In the Sand lyrics

My wineskin burst where the hide dried
and rotted through
and bled all the wine I cherished to the sand.
Though I brought it as an offering,
crushed from my own vine,
a new woman needs new wineskins for new wine
– a good man with calloused hands and a quiet mind.

“Son, all the keys you hid away aren't yours to keep
just in case you need to peek through her old doors.
All the offerings you burned were not for Me,
but release her like the sea and you shall be released.”


While you were blazing trails like mad-eyed John in the wilderness,
locust wings and drops of honey in his beard,
I still worshiped my old chains,
heaping ashes on my head,
your memory like ragged sackcloth for my bed.
How long shall I fake life, pretending I'm not dead?

“You're not fooling anyone, My son.
Now lace up your boots, there's work to be done.
The dark you know is not meant to stay.
As wine lost to the sand, this too shall pass away.”