I'm sitting here
Listening
Is there any hope
for this symphony
this symphony
They crash and burn
with there words
creating new scars
that will take them too far
I can see the reflection
behind imperfection
of deep despair
wishing you were here
But God you are among us
can you here these desperate cries
Lord heal these eyes
give sight to the blind
and serve the deathly wound on pride
Righteous angers burns within
as I listen
but they do not know how far they fall
from the Morning Star
How can I have the right
to turn my back and hide my light
For who am I
just a wretch who was saved one night
I will never give up this fight
even if my prayers burn at least they're a bright
spark in someones eyes
and maybe one day they will realize
I can see the reflection
behind imperfection
of deep despair
wishing you were here
But God you are among us
can you here these desperate cries
Lord heal these eyes
give sight to the blind
and serve the deathly wound on pride
With judgment on one hand
and grace upon the other nail scarred plan
God do what is right
in your sight
You've saved me from pride
Given me a heart tonight
Help my flesh not to crave judgments
but to understand the mercy you sent
How easy
for me
to say they are unlovely
But how many times have I been hard to love, see
you've shown me mercy
help me to do what is right
give me wisdom alright
I ask for your heart tonight