It is so that my transgressions born a withered fruit The sun has the rising plans, alas they have no root The bleached bones of bound by leather strips Dance through the air with laughter as I wield wicked whip
As you did warn me carpenter, world has weakened my heart So easily I disparage, self-seeking the of my art And there you come to me, at the moment I bathe in my sorrow So in love with myself, sought after tomorrow
Where do you find the to offer he who betrays you? And offer to wash my feet as I to disobey you Your beauty bereave me, and how my words do fail So faithfully and dutifully I 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 bones like plastic, do buckle now I lay in this field by Judas', anticipate the
I cannot be forgiven, my wages be paid For those more lovely and is least among the saved And where would I fit, What 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 have to give to you, so weak and so This simply not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough For body that was broken, how can this be enough? By me you were abandoned, by me you were
Yet in arms and in your heart forever I have stayed Your glory illuminates my life, and no darkness descend For you lived forever and your love will never end