Though I rather gather a stranger's handout
Greed endures my collection
And I'm left further away
I will return to the Living God
Who holds my head between His palms
Who sings my name brimming in love
A gift for me continuously
I wish to refuse but overwhelmingly
Tears pour down my cold face
My soul He knew long before time
And calls me forth from sin's depth
His breath was enough for life
A gift no stranger can give
The drink of grace beyond satiation
Oh my increased adoration
Dear Yeshua the world does not know
How I can dance amongst wolves
And my body is covered in sores
My beaten flesh will be Your banner
Testament to the mystery of Love
So divine it demands this earthly mortality
I wish to die praising my King
My dignity, humanity cannot steal
The last breath of an offering
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