ISAIAH 53:3

HE WAS DESPISED AND REJECTED OF MEN
A MAN OF SORROWS AND ACQUAINTED WITH GRIEF
AND AS ONE FROM WHOM MEN HIDE THEIR FACES
HE WAS DESPISED
and we esteemed him not.

Isaiah tugs on my bones in the dying body
but i can only thrash for this comprehension unattainable
for me it is all too far removed
i can't understand your exegesis
i only know i must draw nearer to the one who took it for me
because HOW DEEP THE FATHER'S LOVE FOR US
i cannot understand that i was there, i was there, O Christ I was there and
remain there daily
[Judas sold you for thirty, I'D HAVE DONE IT FOR LESS]

what could i possibly ever do to warrant this affection
as i listen to these voices sing sanctus
i cannot understand i am finally speechless there is nothing
but these haunting melodies and the image of your beautiful face
taking it for me, when there weren't words to ask for it
i shall never attain this knowing here
seventy times seven today i've let you down, i've turned my back on it all
but i am still here; you were here all along; there is a tomorrow;
soon the children will look to the eastern sky,
but until then,



Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna in exelsis Deo.

PUSH THE PANIC SWITCH

I'M WAITING AND FADING AND FLOATING AWAY
I'M WAITING AND FADING AND FLOATING AWAY
I'M WAITING AND FADING AND FLOATING AWAY
WAITING AND FADING AND FLOATING

THE PAINT ON MY LEGS DOES NOT LAST LONG ENOUGH
THE SMOKE IN MY LUNGS DOES NOT BURN DEEP ENOUGH
THE LINE ON MY SKIN DOES NOT FADE FAST ENOUGH
THE SCREAMS THAT ARE SILENT I CANNOT MAKE HEARD, BUT


...O LOVE THAT WILL NOT LET ME GO
I REST MY WEARY SOUL IN THEE...

OH JOY YOU SEEK ME THROUGH THE PAIN
I CANNOT CLOSE MY HEART TO THEE
I TRACE THE SOLACE THROUGH THE RAIN
AND FEEL THE PROMISE IS NOT VAIN
THE MORN SHALL TEARLESS BE