Humbled
I cry
But why
My God how low must I go
To the depths of the sea
You meet me
With You I plea
A world so tattered
So torn
How much more do You mourn
Oh my King
May it be You whom I please
Fallen, dejected, torn
May it be Your flesh I have worn
Not my own
Oh Sovereign King on the throne
May it be Your flesh I have worn
Not my own
Wearing those tears
Healing my dry bones
Making them soft
Warming the cold
Wall of blood
Not my own
Not my own
May it be Your flesh
The Spirit within
May I live for You
For You
For Him
May it be moist
Not dry
Oh Lord may I hear Your sound
Even when I question the why
Even when I question the why
Wearing your skin
Turning it in
But Oh Lord I could never
Jesus, never be Him
May I worship You and not me
Example may I beBut allow me to wear your flesh
Turn the Spirit free
Flesh no man can carry
May I be in tune
With the Spirit
Set free
Only flesh like Yours
Could make man's hearst pure
May it be Your flesh and not my own
Oh King
Oh King
Enthroned
Forever
Yours
Alone
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