I can't sing that song the same way anymore 'cause I start laughing at the
Parts where I could only weep before. And it sounds sweeter not because the
Notes can't ring, until they echo through each wasted year that You
Restored to me.
I've been thinking of how You wept for Lazarus. Tears on Your cheeks,
Resurrection on Your lips. Sometimes mercy can feel like abandonment, but
You know all about it.
I used to think I had to write these songs just so. For heaven's sake and
For my own, I put myself through hell. But I quit striving for perfection,
Surrendered up to it instead and now the songs keep pouring out and I
Cannot contain myself.
I've been thinking of how You wept for Lazarus. Tears on Your cheeks,
Resurrection on Your lips. Sometimes mercy feels just like abandonment.
You let my heart die, but left Yours beating in my chest. Broken will, find
Your rest. Broken voice, you sing best. At 30, 000 feet above, the earth was
Small enough to think of everyone I love. And then imagine them a thousand
Mirrors all reflect it back at once and any light would multiply and then
Remind me that Your love is more than the sum.
