The image of God invisible The first born of all life Before and within He holds it all in One name, one faith, one Christ No one is good enough To save
They say You live in hospitals and trenches And towers in the sky And I'm not dying or fighting any wars Except on the inside The only thing I need is
left out in the sun Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky Still clinging to the prodigal sun But I'm on my way back home Yes I'm on my way back home
it burns in your hands The cup was poured out on the Maker instead Out on the green plains, I am but a ghost Bound up with all that I call mine still
holy flood that mingled with blood My sextant headed for homebound lands through twilight sands But I grew weary and too far-gone to carry on At first my home
it keep burning? When it's over and you see it with your eyes Would you rather have the truth or a lie? I call for Angels to breathe holy on this rust I call
I tried to know Every mystery Soon realized, no It was too much for me 'Cause most things true Are simple and complex So it is with you What else should
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot I am the scattered seed that fell along the path I am the son that ran away And I am the bitter son that stayed
hope It's my only hope of Heaven At the cross forgiven And I have long withstood Your grace Long provoked You to Your face Would not hearken to Your calls
But You forgive me every time the mark is missed So take my broken offering and make it whole And set my feet upon the road that leads me home Let me
Walk with me quiet, walk with me slow With watered down coffee and words of gold 'Cause I can feel the edges of these things When I hear you speak to
on high, who dwelleth on high Who is like unto the Lord, our God Who dwelleth on high, who dwelleth on high You dwell in glory The heavens are Your home
You've been lost in the wind And the rain of a storm at sea The waves crashing over your back And you're crying out for me But as the ocean rages I am
