Dreams soundlessly rise, then turn and fall like hope,
Longing for time to end it all,
These broken hands trembling towards a shape of promise,
Broken light passing before my eyes,
Now motionless in its every move, my faith dies with every living proof,
My trembling hands fighting to grasp the shape of promise,
Holding on with everything I am.
Against the slate-green cross,
Jil sent me above the beating of my heart,
Beneath the weight I cannot carry, unspeakable grace has whispered love.
If fearlessly I should face it all,
And if shamelessly I should turn and fall upon these hands, weathered and stained with hope and promise,
I will stand healed before your eyes.
Against the slate-green cross,
Jil sent me above the beating of my heart,
Beneath the weight I cannot carry, unspeakable grace has whispered love.
Hands, weathered and stained with hope and promise,
I will stand healed before your eyes.
Against the slate-green cross,
Jil sent me above the beating of my heart,
Beneath the weight I cannot carry, unspeakable grace has whispered love,
Against the slate-green cross,
Jil sent me above the beating of my heart,
Beneath the weight I cannot carry, unspeakable grace has whispered love,
Unspeakable grace has whispered love,
Ineffable grace has spoken life, life.
