be-musings

When you’ve been broken, broken to pieces
And your heart begins to faint, cuz you don’t understand
When you’ve got nothing to rake from the ashes
And you can’t even walk onto the fields of praise
But I bow down and kiss the son

When the rock falls, falls upon you
And you get ground to dust, no music for your pain.
You opened the windows, the windows of heaven
Then you opened me, and crushed me like a rose
But I bow down and kiss the son

… though you slay me I will trust you Lord
… though you slay me I will trust you Lord
… though you slay me I will trust you Lord
… though you slay me I will trust you Lord

But I bow down and kiss the son