i have been walking woven ways woven only by your hand, Jesus, Son of Man, and you steady my pace 'tween here and back again. in the light of your face, your countenance, now and always my only grace, my confidence, we whisper now together words only wounded hearts speak as you are once and always the wounding, the patience, the healing. Your hand wraps, still and only, e're round mine as your scars they touch, envelop, and heal thrice, and i don't look away, no, i won't ever turn, because your love is all consuming even here on earth. and you are ne're forgetting the ways 'tween you and me, for love is still revealing and i am your imagery, what a vast imagination vast as nations, vast as God, that can hold me in the stillness the constant and the chaos, as tendrils of thought holding the origins of my mind wrap living hands around my heart and speak the word of life.
i have been walking woven ways
i have been walking woven ways
i have been walking woven ways
i have been walking woven ways woven only by your hand, Jesus, Son of Man, and you steady my pace 'tween here and back again. in the light of your face, your countenance, now and always my only grace, my confidence, we whisper now together words only wounded hearts speak as you are once and always the wounding, the patience, the healing. Your hand wraps, still and only, e're round mine as your scars they touch, envelop, and heal thrice, and i don't look away, no, i won't ever turn, because your love is all consuming even here on earth. and you are ne're forgetting the ways 'tween you and me, for love is still revealing and i am your imagery, what a vast imagination vast as nations, vast as God, that can hold me in the stillness the constant and the chaos, as tendrils of thought holding the origins of my mind wrap living hands around my heart and speak the word of life.