Golden Rope - 16 Horsepower

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 
o so enchanting are these 
lovely chains that bind you 
'neath their deadly weight 
the lord's eye did find you 
with fear and tremblin' 
before the one with your wounds 
your eyes as empty as my savior tomb 
warm is the breath of his holy spirit 
he who has ears to hear let 'm 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 lie no hope