I
embrace sin like water and feast on lies
As
I lug around this burden of
Rank
flesh in the wilderness.
If
I am weary, weak, and drowning underneath this weight,
What
good is manna, water, blessing?
Show
me, take me to a place, a promised land,
Where
sin can't touch or taint me.
I
can see You speak words over waters at creation.
I
can see You overflow in light, a fount of light.
But
I cannot see You make a sinner saint.
Grant
me faith that I'd believe Your words that I can't see,
Light
across my darkness, spread triumphantly.
And
in creative, cleansing love ever let me be
Purified
once and for all
Washed
with water pure,
Just
as You've promised me,
As
all my sins lie slain beneath
Your
feet in bloody victory.
As
You have rested, so may I
And
at Your cross forever lie.
