The bleeding has finally stopped
But my wounds just don't seem to heal.
I'm tired from the battle I fought
You tried to tell me I couldn't win.
Now I strive to hear the voice inside
That once used to sing "Jesus Loves Me"
And I remember when I could feel your hand
Holding tight to mine.
At least now I can see how far I have fallen
But I don't think I can climb that high.
And I know how dirty I've become
And how much I deserve your cross.
But you remind me in the stillness
That you will take care of my heart.
So I close my eyes and let myself fall
And open the door to you again.
And you take the nails
That were sharpened for me
You clothe me in white,
And write your name on my heart again.
You cradle me and with joy in your eyes
I hear you say: