We all have things we've done
All have things we do
That like smoke on water
They block our point of view

And there are lies that we tell others
Lies we've told ourselves
That leave a bitter taste
When our evil tongue rebels

But if we cry aloud
Into the blackest night
You said you'd be there waiting
You'll be our guiding light

For you wore a crown of thorns
Upon your royal brow
You gave us love
When you died to show us how

And now you say...

I'm waiting
I'm waiting
For your eyes to open up
Your heart to understand
Outstretched before you
Lies my nail-scarred hand

But you still have your doubts
You question all
For you've been held captive
Too long chained behind those walls

That were raised by your own making
Then crumbled by his love
But the scars beneath remain
Testimony of the pain

Now all he asks
Is that you hear him out
Just take his hand in yours
And learn what love's about

You will find the many answers
To questions not yet asked
If you give your heart to Jesus
He'll give you what you've lacked

For now he says...

Copyright © 1997 Dawson Cowals.