I am at the end of my strength
The next one harder to draw than the last
Tired of fighting back
Weary of the burdens that weigh me down
Sometimes I create them, sometimes they knock and I invite them to dine
But You...
You, with the rugged looks and warm, kind eyes
You, the One they ridiculed and called names; heaping insults
You, the miracle-worker, the One they praised; Hosanna to the Son of David... , before they mocked; the fickle mob!
You, the nail-scarred One
The One they say claimed to be YHWH, the Sinless one, the One whose reign will have no end
The One with thorn marks on the crown of Your forehead, the gaping hole in Your side
The One Peter proclaimed as the Christ; Son of the Living God...
Sit awhile with me
Please, sit awhile with me...
The next one harder to draw than the last
Tired of fighting back
Weary of the burdens that weigh me down
Sometimes I create them, sometimes they knock and I invite them to dine
But You...
You, with the rugged looks and warm, kind eyes
You, the One they ridiculed and called names; heaping insults
You, the miracle-worker, the One they praised; Hosanna to the Son of David... , before they mocked; the fickle mob!
You, the nail-scarred One
The One they say claimed to be YHWH, the Sinless one, the One whose reign will have no end
The One with thorn marks on the crown of Your forehead, the gaping hole in Your side
The One Peter proclaimed as the Christ; Son of the Living God...
Sit awhile with me
Please, sit awhile with me...
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