I Found You and Rested

I know that it’s not you my Lord who’s left me
But my own blackened sin has dimmed my path
I stumble, I am lost and I am falling
And then I see you cry out for my soul
I’m about to pierce your side with sinful soldiers
Then I crumble at your feet it’s me you’ve saved
Though I wound and scar and dig for you a grave Lord
You stand knocking at my heart
Till I return you will not part from me
And each time I sin I know that I am spearing you
And no sin is worth the tears that wet your cheeks
But still I stomp and trample out your sweetness
All to taste the bitterness of sin and your defeat
I am hungry and I’m thirsty for your meekness
I’m weak and now your sweetness my soul yearns