Into my hands have come many things
You should be disappointed
For I have wasted most of these
My innocence and youth, I poured them out like water
And to think to you that I am
Still worth saving from the fire, God
Come down and meet with me
You make my day so sweet
Inflame my soul oh God, with a cry for purity
Like horses that are yoked, to the chariots of kings
Hook me up to Your heart, never to be free
Too many compromises to get me through the day
Help me make the choices, sometimes I am afraid
When I'm deaf to everything but the cry of my own pain
Give me the grace to trust You, I cannot walk away
Don't disappoint me God, not while I am
Not while I am trusting You again
If I fall down in darkness and this weakness comes to me
Hold the scepter out to come banging on Your door
I'm banging on Your door
Come down from the top of that mountain
Rise up from the bottom of the sea
I empty out the pockets of my life
With nothing to bring but my iniquities
I can't wait to lay my head down on Your breast
I want to see your face, kiss the nail marks in Your hands
People think you're just an image from a time so long ago
Not the God who I believe in whom re-aranged my world
Because the death and resurrection of Your beloved son
And the mystery of the cross, and the power of His blood
You changed the things about me I could not change myself
And You loved me in my sin, You're the God of all my help
And in my darkest hour, if weakness comes to me
Hold the scepter out to come banging on Your door
I'm banging on Your door
Come down from the top of that mountain
Rise up from the bottom of the sea
I empty out the pockets of my life
With nothing to bring but my iniquities
Come down oh Heavenly Father
Rise up on the inside of me
I empty out the pockets of my life
With nothing to bring but my iniquities