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