I’m a witness of a love that is so pure and true
The same love without which there would be no me and you.
I’m a witness to the strength of its transforming power
Reviving and illuminating my darkest hour

I’m a witness of a touch that is killing, yet healing
Piercing through the flesh, it reaches the marrow with affection
Exploring intents and refining heart’s decisions
A touch is a touch but this one heals emotions

I’m a witness of a heart with large room for my weakness
Never accommodating sin but rebuking in meekness
Making available mercy in its realness
My heart is at rest cause His heart is my sweetness

I’m a witness of a savior whose love I cannot compare
He mend my broken heart and took away my despair
And now He protects me, even my every strand of hair.
He and I, what an insuperable pair.

I’m a witness of Jesus; the savior of me
Once on a cross He hung up high to set me free
And free I have been ever since.
As long as I live, on the Crossyde I’ll be.