We are the Exiles

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John Michael Talbot
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We are the Exiles John Michael Talbot Meditations from Solitude
Night is our diocese
Silence our ministry
Poverty our love
Helplessness our cry
Beyond the scope of sight and sound
We dwell upon the air
Intercede for this world's gain
Yet unthinkable to share

Those who vow, lie buried
In the cloistered hermitage
The speechless and gray granite
House the quiet barefoot child
Planted deep within the soil
Of contemplation's night
Sealed within the darkness
Every dying, ever born

Chorus:

We are the exiles
In the far end of solitude
We are the exiles

Living as the listeners
With hearts attending to the skies
We cannot comprehend
Yet waiting for the first far drums
Of Christ, the coming King
Planted like sentinels
Upon the world's frontier
In exile we sing

(Repeat Chorus)

Night is our diocese
Silence our ministry
Poverty our love
And helplessness our cry