I fail in every single way
But every time I hear you say
"Faithful one, come in to this place
the place of rest where you belong,"
I anticipate the final day when
I fall into your warm embrace,
With everything that I've been through
Nothing else compares
And it feels like,
All these tears are coming through,
When I think of everything you do
And it feels like all this joy is bleeding through,
When I think of seeing you
I complicate this very state of resting in what you create,