Dancing on Blood

You are nothing but good

when I am nothing but not.

An imperfect, rash, fickle heart…

You say, “Come as you are.”

It is all that You ask—

yet I hide from the task.

Oh God.

I want to be good,

but I’m not.

You patiently wait,

You watch,

You love—

but I run.

I dwell on what’s wrong

and pretend You’re not there.

I shut my ears to You

and say You don’t care.

Day comes after day,

and I dance on Your blood—

six days I forget You,

but Sunday call You God.

I’m evil and broken,

yet Your goodness I doubt.

Unfaithful, unimportant—

still I blame You, Lord… how?

You are light when I’m darkness,

I am void when You’re Sun.

You came down from Above,

But I sinned against Love.

I’ve gone after my lovers,

but it’s You I forgot.

And yet You are here, waiting—

like You were at the start.

I was that woman

Caught in her sin

But you called me Bride

And you washed me within

You bound up my wounds,

and You healed my heart.

Lover of my soul,

let me not fall apart.

Oh fickle heart, unfaithful mind,

why do you wander so?

There is but One who’s worthy

of your love and self-control.

You’re ruled by many passions,

and scattered by your sin—

but Jesus heals your wanderings,

so come on… let Him in.

Oh Lord, forgive my trespasses,

draw me near to Your throne.

It’s no wonder I am sick,

and weak, and all alone.

I haven’t dared come near You

for fear of being found out—

but now I plead, Lord,

search my heart

and purge all evil out.

I surrender my wanderings

I will pick up my cross

I will take up your yoke

I will count the cost

For your mercy is enough

To keep me, though I sin

But I'll fight the good fight

And someday I will win

I will run now with patience

Knowing you're by my side

My heart I'll bare to you

I will no longer hide

I love You, my Jesus—

Father, Spirit too.

Your Grace, is sufficient

Make me one with You.