Only You see
Into the deep crevices of my heart
Not even I know
The place where wretched thoughts do part
Tell me about my motives; are they pure?
I long, I wish, and I lose sleep...
Just waiting for Your cure.
'Cause I don't wanna spend my whole life wrapped up in the empty whispers of my brain.
Caught in the drought, and waiting for rain.
Caught in my lies, and believing the pain.
Who am I, apart from You?
And who am I, if not made new?
I can be radical,
and I can be bold.
But daring to proclaim the truth of Your grace,
I once again find myself instead saving face.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Only You see
Into the deep crevices of my heart
Not even I know
The place where wretched thoughts do part
Tell me about my motives; are they pure?
I long, I wish, and I lose sleep...
Just waiting for Your cure.
'Cause I don't wanna spend my whole life wrapped up in the empty whispers of my brain.
Caught in the drought, and waiting for rain.
Caught in my lies, and believing the pain.
Who am I, apart from You?
And who am I, if not made new?
I can be radical,
and I can be bold.
But daring to proclaim the truth of Your grace,
I once again find myself instead saving face.
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