My soul is slowly dying,
Flesh is wriggling and writhing,
Teeth chattering and gnashing,
My spirit will be no more,
Who do you think can forgive you?
When my form is silence,
Inanimate and pale,
Stone cold and dry walls,
When life is no more,
Who do you think can forgive you?
And see my spirit is starving,
Destitute and poor,
Longing for evermore,
When the Earth will be no more,
Who do you think will raise you?
When we're laid to rest,
Alone & cold, shattered bones,
Present in the wind & stillness,
Longing for the Lamb to witness,
Who do you think will raise you?
And when the Earth is renewed,
Our souls & spirits rent,
Long arrears now due,
Will the Lamb witness you?
Who do you think will forgive you?
When the world is laid to rest,
And the new Earth is brought,
As you were bought and sold,
To the Lamb,
Who now owns you,
Who do you think will forgive you?
And your words were written,
Now your words are written,
And your word was flesh,
Our crimes rend by your grace,
I trust my life in your hands,
For you purchased it,
After the passion,
The slaughter at Calvary,
How could you forgive me?
How could an ode be written to you,
Am I just lukewarm water to you?
Please, I beg of you.
Hosanna in the highest.
