Lord,
if you broke my heart with what breaks yours,
Maybe I would learn.
If you breathed your breath in me,
Maybe I would turn,
To face you lord, to walk the way you set before my feet.
If I had the faith that they all preach,
Maybe I would kneel,
Before your throne, consumed by you,
Trembling as I bow.
If I had the belief that they all speak,
Maybe I would lift you high.
Beyond the skies that are above,
Soaring, filled with life.
IV cried and IV been lost lord,
A bruise with no time to heal,
IV lost faith and IV lost trust,
Iv no belief that you are real.
All I want is to start again but my fear is in control,
If you want me as your child again you will need to open up that door,
Beckon me in to sit on your knee, at your right hand will be fine by me….
Rejection is my worry, suspicion my worst fault,
Is this a faith or just another cult?
Conviction and passion,
Surrender and submission,
Beautiful saviour, glorious one,
Awesome in splendour,
Fathers own son.
Set a raging fire beneath my skin,
Purify this heart again,
Take these doubts away from me,
Wash me with your rain,
Fill me with your spirit lord,
Upon this day I pray,
That crimson stain of all that pain,
Washed away by your name.
