My body tethered down
By view of what life should be like
Living within my own passion
If never I turn from this dreadful direction
The thought too hard to begin to bear
Is there One who's called Redemption?
The Hope of one day being somewhere
To a place we call perfection
The thought He cherished and longed to bear
Who bears great drops of sweat?
Is this my Creator, my LORD?
Letting my cause cost His own breath
Enduring my shame unto agonizing death
This thought too hard to begin to bear
Is this One who's called Resurrection?
The Hope of one day being somewhere
To a place we call perfection
The thought He cherished and longed to bear
What hope have I as this?
Have my life commit suicide
Nail my hands on crucifixion
I desire myself dead by asphyxiation
The only thought I'm able to bear
Yet there's One who's called Re-Creation
The Hope of one day being somewhere
To a place we call perfection
The thought He cherished and longed to bear
The angels wondered what He was doing there
The demons shrieked in awe and terror
As a Baby lay in a manger
And in my mind appeared my Savior
Because One who's called the Connection
Searched for me as I was lost somewhere
So He could bring me salvation
It's me He cherished and longed to bear
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