Questions

When I speak, do my words carry on the wind?
Do they pass your ears a thousand miles away?
Or do they die in my heart where they lived?
Can a heart be bent to the ground and not break?
If an ocean rages inside my chest,
Will I drown in the flood about my neck?
If all my world were glass and my thoughts a stone,
Would I be crushed and ground to dust with nothing left?

I need Your hand to stir my heart
To wash away the mark
I need Your hand to stir my heart again

If I turned my head to heal my life or
Closed my eyes so I could dream a dream,
Would I find if I turned to you this time
that You would be there for me.