He is the lily
enfolding me in lips...
At the table the body was laid
Bread was broken and unto each it was partaken...
My life has heights and depths,
And iam a tree by the river bank...
A lot of us think that's too late to come back to...
but you should know that he is always there...
I'm gong to move away
from all I've taught myself...
I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...
If I could just see you
everything will be alright...
Nor are we slaves of popularity,
prisoners of style and peer pressure...
I remain unworthy to be called Your own,
yet You love as Your selfless mother...
And I can't surrender to sleep
All I'm hoping is for us...
I want to give my life for You,
every little thing I can offer up...
A heart, is an epidemic of truth
where I'm left scattered...