It is so that my transgressions have born a fruit The sun has scorched the rising plans, alas have no root The bones of animals bound by leather strips Dance through the air with as I wield this wicked whip
As you did warn me carpenter, this has weakened my heart So easily I disparage, self-seeking the of my art And there you have to me, at the moment I bathe in my sorrow So in love with myself, sought after avoiding
Where do you find the love to offer he who betrays And to wash my feet as I offer to disobey you Your beauty does bereave me, and how my do fail So faithfully and I award you with betrayal
The weak and the down trodden fall on legs As I walk past a smile I cast, fervor in my But my like plastic, do buckle backward now I lay in this by Judas', anticipate the plow
I cannot be forgiven, my wages be paid For those more and admirable is least among the saved And where would I fit, Jesus? place is left for me? The of atonement is more than I've found to offer up as my plea
Jesus, my heart is all I to give to you, so weak and so unworthy This simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no in the rough For your body that was broken, how can this be By me you were abandoned, by me you were
Yet in your and in your heart forever I have stayed Your glory my life, and no darkness will descend For you have lived forever and your will never end