i was hollow and closed, in the morning i could not see. Your beloved goodness rained itself out on me. i raged against You like a river on a stone. but against that tidal wave, i am overthrown.
mercy, mercy, mercy.
well i was tossed in the wealthy (?) and leaning on myself. i played that religion card; i put Jesus on a shelf. born into darkness i kept putting off the grave. oh yeah, thinking my own goodness could get me through heaven's gates.
i beg You to come and take away all my ancient fears. this bloodied history we all cling onto so dear. all around me was a blinded fantasy. the truth in the mirror of a foul vanity.
You walk upon heaven, You walked upon the earth. You brought me my salvation; for me, a second birth. You took my broken cross up to cavalry. You sang my redemption song, well hang it on my tree. (?)
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