I will lie at the foot of your throne
Enthralled to hold this aching pull
In your midst, I would cease to be
My skin burning like paper in oil

Allow my joy in aching to blossom
While my back bears the weight of my suffering
The whites of my eyes turn red from the tears
I shed for thee, out of love and loathing

My sins are many but your mercy is more
So let me die to my body, and let my heart soar
With the love of the father, who died for me
And suffered too, with eyes to see