16 Horsepower:Golden Rope

Fire is the color of my true love's hair
Near to the father sits his golden chair
By prayer and petition to the king on his left
Light is the burden that I bear

So enchanting are these lovely chains that bind you
'Neath their deadly weight
The Lord's eye did find you
With fear & tremblin'
Before the one with your wounds
Your eyes as empty as my savior's tomb

Warm is the breath of his holy spirit
He who has ears to hear
Let 'em hear it
Torn were the hands of the worthy Lamb
May you know his name and fear it
There you are
Hangin' by the golden rope
There you lye
No hope