Uploaded May 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
For All Things Amy Grant: https://ffm.bio/amygrant
Listen/Download the new album, "The Me That Remains" here: 30tgrs.ffm.to/themethatremains
Written by: Mike Reid & Amy Grant
Label: Thirty Tigers & Amy Grant Productions
Lyrics:
I dreamed last night upon my bed
Of love and everlasting arms
In cities where the weary tread
Cross distant fields and farms
He forages for human pain
In the marrow of despair
He’s in a single drop of rain
The fragrant evening air
And He keeps to the mountains and the valleys
He sleeps by the rivers and the streams
He dwells at the edges of the shadows
To water your life and deepest dreams
And He moves through ancient contradictions
With the grace of a sacred machine
This beautiful lone companion
No one’s ever seen
You may catch him in the garden
If the evening light is good
Is that him moving ‘cross the hillside
With soldier’s nails and wood
You may feel him in your body
Weighing heavy as a thought
Our every notion of his mind
Is everything he’s not
And He keeps to the mountains and the valleys
He sleeps by the rivers and the streams
And He dwells at the edges of the shadows
To water your life and deepest dreams
And He moves through ancient contradictions
With the grace of a sacred machine
This beautiful lone companion
No one’s ever seen
Out of a dreamless night
We strut and rage a fretted hour
He holds one tear up to the light
A single tear to break these chains of lust and power
And He moves through ancient contradictions
With the grace of a sacred machine
This beautiful lone companion
No one’s ever seen
Produced by: Mac McAnally
Recorded & Mixed by: Chris Stone
Video Director: Bryan M. Ward
#amygrant #themethatremains #newmusic
For All Things Amy Grant: https://ffm.bio/amygrant
Listen/Download the new album, "The Me That Remains" here: 30tgrs.ffm.to/themethatremains
Written by: Mike Reid & Amy Grant
Label: Thirty Tigers & Amy Grant Productions
Lyrics:
I dreamed last night upon my bed
Of love and everlasting arms
In cities where the weary tread
Cross distant fields and farms
He forages for human pain
In the marrow of despair
He’s in a single drop of rain
The fragrant evening air
And He keeps to the mountains and the valleys
He sleeps by the rivers and the streams
He dwells at the edges of the shadows
To water your life and deepest dreams
And He moves through ancient contradictions
With the grace of a sacred machine
This beautiful lone companion
No one’s ever seen
You may catch him in the garden
If the evening light is good
Is that him moving ‘cross the hillside
With soldier’s nails and wood
You may feel him in your body
Weighing heavy as a thought
Our every notion of his mind
Is everything he’s not
And He keeps to the mountains and the valleys
He sleeps by the rivers and the streams
And He dwells at the edges of the shadows
To water your life and deepest dreams
And He moves through ancient contradictions
With the grace of a sacred machine
This beautiful lone companion
No one’s ever seen
Out of a dreamless night
We strut and rage a fretted hour
He holds one tear up to the light
A single tear to break these chains of lust and power
And He moves through ancient contradictions
With the grace of a sacred machine
This beautiful lone companion
No one’s ever seen
Produced by: Mac McAnally
Recorded & Mixed by: Chris Stone
Video Director: Bryan M. Ward
#amygrant #themethatremains #newmusic
