ONDI-AHMAN

(written by Kenneth Cope)

 

Nothing like the life they had in Eden

Strangers to the place they knew so well

Dark and dreary veils the eye

The flowers fade and die

 

Sweat now stains the bread obtained from heaven

Callused hands must work the earthen plain

Time to settle in and pray

And await another day

Banished beneath the stars so far away

 

Ondi-Ahman—ondi-Ahman

Left to reap what’s sown

In their valley home

Ondi-Ahman

Ondi-Ahman—ondi-Ahman

Trusting He will come

Ondi-Ahman

 

Their daily dress reminds them of lost innocence

And growing old just speaks of dust that must return

Still their hearts have felt to sing

Since their eyes began to see

Together they take the bitter with the sweet

 

Ondi-Ahman—ondi-Ahman

Left to reap what’s sown

In their valley home

Ondi-Ahman

Ondi-Ahman—ondi-Ahman

Trusting He will come

Ondi-Ahman

 

They await the Child of promise

To grace their flesh and blood

Like an unshaken anchor

They’re trusting He will come

To reconcile the exiled

And repair what they’ve undone

He will come—see Him come

 

Ondi-Ahman—ondi-Ahman

Eye to eye

In the dazzling light

Ondi-Ahman

Ondi-Ahman—ondi-Ahman

To hear the words “Well done”

Ondi-Ahman—ondi-Ahman

Face to face

In the gathering place

Ondi-Ahman

Ondi-Ahman—ondi-Ahman

Look again for them to come

Ondi-Ahman

 

© 1998 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)