From the end of the earth
I will cry to You,
I will cry to You,
When my heart is overwhelmed;
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2
church
a place of mystery
all the feet upon the floor
and no clear knowing in the head
of all the prayers prayed to the Lord
ones said in the quiet
hardened hearts moved handled doors
the many prayed from hearts strong and faithful
on their knees the night before
the church
the intended body
orbiting around just one
soaking in the goodness
from one rare and perfect Son
eyes fixed there
makes bodies well
and shuts the member
sent from hell
sent from hell
sweetest Jesus
here my repentant cry
from opened eyes
once closed & blind
once closed & blind
nothing but miraculous
the doors of swinging grace
whether sitting down
or rising up
your voice
moves mountains
in this place
in this place
daily daily
give me strength
to stand on holy ground
to forgive and hope
and dare not let
my heart be
dismayed
now
dismayed
now