On the horizon of desert sand Surrounded by devout naked land We drove out early before the dawn Waited silent for things to come And what followed looked like the sun Was a prayer for the gun Before the earth moved there was the sound Dark billows rose over holy ground I was tempted to look right in Where He could withstand I pledged to sin And what followed looked like the sun Was praying for a gun As the spirit sent him out to do what he has done shouting kingdom come! I fell down upon my knees to meet my maker with a plea to make it all undone And what followed looked like the sun Was praying for a gun