Your love, love
Your love bears all things
Blood, your blood
Your blood covers all shames
And I don’t do anything
That deserves
Anything better
Than death’s final curse
But you
Touch
My leprous hands
And whisper you are enough
Your love, love
Your love bears all things
Blood, your blood
Your blood covers all shames
Journal Entry: 01/31/2005 “Guilty Hands”
Can you clean these guilty hands?
Can you wash this lying tongue?
Can you shelter this wicked heart
From the storm?
Everything I have and haven’t done
Has lead to my remorse
After all these years
And all the shed tears
Oh, everything I have is yours
Can you shield these sinner’s eyes?
Can you hold this lost boy’s hand?
Can you heal these broken limbs
And make them stand?
Oh, it feels like everything I have
Is everything you hate
And all that I’ve to offer
Is a list of mistakes
But you take my guilty hand
You crown my sinner’s head
And when all I deserve is shame
You love me instead
Can you fix this broken heart?
Can you heal this fighter’s wounds?
After all I thought I fought
I was only fighting you
Everything I have and haven’t done
Has lead to my remorse
After all these years
And all the shed tears
Oh, everything I have is yours
Every piece of my heart
Every drop of my blood
Everything that I hate
And all I love
