i swore i'd never write a love song
too cliched
not for me
but here i am Lord
and i'm trying to find a way
to say i love you without giving my life away
how can i say that i love you
if i don't know what breaks your heart
i know i'm not much of a servant, Lord
i can sing these songs but i take little part
i'm wasting away...
the tears i speak in this love song
fill dusty chalices in me
you know i love you, Lord, with almost all my heart
i just can't seem to give the rest away
what brings me to my knees
except your heavy hand upon me?
but i would rather that you bind my wounds and break my heart
then if you forget me, and i'm alone to bleed
i'm wasting away...
outwardly we waste away
but inwardly we are renewed
you are the way...
Jesus, you are the way
