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Dec 2015
I know that you test the heart.
And you can see mine's hurt and scarred.
And your hands are roughened up
From carrying my cross.

I can see you reaching in.
Through my chest beneath the skin.
It's uncomfortable to feel
My scars against your scars

Cause yours were for me,
Shed on the cross so I could be free.
And mine were for you.
Running away from what you want me to do.
And it's ripped and bleeding
Desperately sick
I'm deceived beyond dreaming
God make it quick
And stop my breaking heart

And you say it will be fine.
That this will make you mine.
That my open chest
Is the way you come inside

But this is so uncomfortable
Kneeling at this table
Feeling you touching
Every scar inside
Hoping i will come alive

Cause yours were for me,
Shed on the cross so I could be free.
And mine were for you.
Running away from what you want me to do.
And it's ripped and bleeding
Desperately sick
I'm deceived beyond dreaming
God make it quick
And stop my breaking heart
Nilan Gerald Handunge
Written by
Nilan Gerald Handunge  Sri Lanka
(Sri Lanka)   
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