I crave what it is to be alive.
The essence where we draw our breath
Compels me and I've nothing left but dust
And breath of God.
My heart beats true when I turn black and blue
And the world seeks just to end me;
For the King of Peace puts my mind at ease
As He seeks to pull me close
Perfect King took a dirt-made thing
That was less than all the rest,
And by His breath became
The finest and the wisest,
For our companionship with the One
Who chose to walk with man in the cool of the day-
Still after fall and sin and pain
I'm still irrisistably drawn by his call.
Though I be weary from a world that compels me
to toil
And though my value be mocked
By those who forget they're more than soil
I look and there's his smile
And his laugh carries on the wind and
Though I've sinned
I am loved.
Nothing else will do if what I've heard of
This God is true.
