we’re stronger than we ever think we can be. we’re weaker than we imagine. we’re human human human, full ablaze with godly fire.
if pain can strike in sledgehammer blows, we can rise and rise again. for the Lord has risen and has raised the dead. oh Lord! raise my dead heart!
there’s an ache down in my stomach, an empty ache i must embrace. i’ll squeeze out all the emptiness. look the lack straight in it’s blank blank face. the Lord has filled my longing. the Lord has quenched my soul.
my ever-aching cries afresh. but the Lord knows.
we’re stronger than we’re known to be. we’re weaker than they say. we’re saved, we’re saved, and sanctifying. he shows a better way.
POUR ME OUT, LORD. POUR ME OUT. I’M FILLED WITH ONLY ME. POUR ME OUT, LORD! FILL ME UP. SET MY HEART, SELF-BOUND, FREE!