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. [?]
