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I swore I would never walk away |
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But you knew we were in the dawn of rupture |
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Oh the unbelief, the prideful insecurities that speak |
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They hush the You in me, oh forgive me, please forgive me |
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How many limbs do you need? |
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Well I can't be your hands cause I cut off my feet |
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And I'm haunted by memories and phantom unease |
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Of moments I've wasted and lies I've believed |
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And where else would I go? With every mercy you have shown |
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I'm fearing this harvest I have sown and my time is so short so please make it yours |
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You wept in the garden when you knew your fate |
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And the weight of man's redemption was a burden you were soon to take |
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How can love be silent while his brothers fade |
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So there are times when heaven sends a saint to hell |
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I need to be the body |
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I'm meant to be the blood |
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But how can they partake if |
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I am running from this cup |
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You wept in the garden when you knew your fate |
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And the weight of man's redemption was a burden you were soon to take |
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Love cannot be silent while his brothers fade |
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So these are times when heaven sends a saint through hell |
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Awaken me |
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Oh please, help me believe |
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You are all that I need |
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Please God, help them believe |
