As the stars above dance their dances
My heart seems to rend at the seams
The timeline of life takes no chances
To heal all these broken dreams
Step one, fall two
Up three, back four
Deeds done, fight You
Bow the knee, am restored
My feet become calloused and bruised
As this rut I’m in grows to a trench
Pure Love, thrown down, beaten, abused
Pure Grace, empty fists now are clenched
Pray once, pray twice,
Pray thrice, and again.
Your death, my life,
Is the price of my sin.
What more can I do but surrender
To this Mercy that found me so foul?
Yet, my thoughts, constant tremors, are hindered
As the sweat turns to blood on my brow.