I'm Gonna (try and bleach it right)
Let it roll my broken pieces
I'm gonna lay them at you feet
And I will let you make me clean
And you will put me together,
Dripping.
But I know that it won't be easy.
You will take every thorn and every weed,
Till I am only just a seed.
Where do I start and where do you begin?
Here Lord with you I feel heaven seeping in.
And you're pushing out all the dark in my soul and it's better than gold!
And I will let you bury me,
Until my roots are in so deep.
And "what is you and what is me"
is a mystery!
And you will place my hand upon your heart and show me where my name is written.
And you will dry my (salty) tears,
And tell me all has been forgiven.
(Where do I start and where do you begin??
Here Lord with you I feel heaven seeping in.
And you're pushing out all the dark in my soul and it's better than gold!) *2
Better than gold.
