Into my hands have come many things You should be disappointed For I have wasted most of these My innocence and youth, I poured them out like water And to think to you that I am Still worth saving from the fire, God
Come down and meet with me You make my day so sweet Inflame my soul oh God, with a cry for purity Like horses that are yoked, to the chariots of kings Hook me up to Your heart, never to be free
Too many compromises to get me through the day Help me make the choices, sometimes I am afraid When I'm deaf to everything but the cry of my own pain Give me the grace to trust You, I cannot walk away Don't disappoint me God, not while I am Not while I am trusting You again If I fall down in darkness and this weakness comes to me
Hold the scepter out to come banging on Your door I'm banging on Your door
Come down from the top of that mountain Rise up from the bottom of the sea I empty out the pockets of my life With nothing to bring but my iniquities
I can't wait to lay my head down on Your breast I want to see your face, kiss the nail marks in Your hands People think you're just an image from a time so long ago Not the God who I believe in whom re-aranged my world Because the death and resurrection of Your beloved son And the mystery of the cross, and the power of His blood You changed the things about me I could not change myself And You loved me in my sin, You're the God of all my help And in my darkest hour, if weakness comes to me
Hold the scepter out to come banging on Your door I'm banging on Your door
Come down from the top of that mountain Rise up from the bottom of the sea I empty out the pockets of my life With nothing to bring but my iniquities
Come down oh Heavenly Father Rise up on the inside of me I empty out the pockets of my life With nothing to bring but my iniquities