Coming to the cross again to run my fingers through your blood,
A fitting picture on the cross would be my heart.
Abba, you do not deserve to feel this pain.
Taking this heart with your love.
I see in a glance my face in the miry sinful lust,
again I glance to see your purity covering me.
This righteousness found upon me.
Father you shelter me.
Joy sustains this cave.
Condemned seems my heart to be hid forever.
Chasing me again I run from your love.
I need you, never let go.
Light creeps through to my eyes,
again I am convinced of your power.
If there is hope then you have made it alive in me.
Break me and free me.
Knees bleed and fold friendships with my floor.
Leaning on what makes me thrive,
joy sustains this cave.
Oh my love, you are my Love.
You take this dying heart and you penetrate it.
I stand in the presence of darkness.
They cower away in fear.
They who strike me cannot stand in your presence.
Dancing over me with grace and mercy.
My heart flutters at the sound of your whispers.
You take my hand and embrace shame in stone.
Growing and reflecting your motion.
Father, I was found in you.
If there is hope then you have made it alive in me.
I take your name.
