I was hollow and closed, in the morning I could not see.
Your beloved goodness rained itself out on me.
I raged against You like a river on a stone.
But against that tidal wave, I am overthrown.
Mercy, mercy, mercy.
Well I was tossed in the wealthy [?] and leaning on myself.
I played that religion card; I put Jesus on a shelf.
Born into darkness I kept putting off the grave.
Oh yeah, thinking my own goodness could get me through heaven's gates.
I beg You to come and take away all my ancient fears.
This bloodied history we all cling onto so dear.
All around me was a blinded fantasy. the truth in the mirror of a foul vanity.
You walk upon heaven, You walked upon the earth.
You brought me my salvation; for me, a second birth.
You took my broken cross up to cavalry.
You sang my redemption song, well hang it on my tree. [?]
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