Pride is on the other side
My focus seems to slip
Won't you show me
Burning out, I've tried to hide
I only lose my grip
Won't you hold me
Oh Lord
Won't you take this mortal man
And make him something good
Oh Lord
By Your blood and by Your hand
You take the old and make it new
Born into a broken life
Empty thoughts and words
The therapy just suits the crime
I manifest my hurt
Won't you hold me
Fading like the passing time
Forgetting all the promises you told me
Oh Lord
Won't you take this mortal man
And make him something good
Oh Lord
By Your blood and by Your hand
You take the old and make it new
I seem to close the door again
I'm turning back to everything
I'm trying to forget
