I have asked You
peace is fading from Your face
Your breathing’s getting lighter
and all that You have hoped for me
You’re keeping there beside You
wanting in the meantime
waiting in the back
hoping for a word from me
do I remember that –
I have asked You…
prying open windows closed to me
cutting splinters in my hand
and the god that I escape to
doesn’t love or understand
You’re holding back an outburst
hanging on a tree
God, I wish I wanted You
the way You’ve wanted me –
and I have asked You…
please don’t let me hurt You anymore
cut my hand off should I reach out for a door that is sin
knock me over should I move across the floor to a sin
that would keep me from You anymore
that would keep me from You anymore
God forbid…
a new Desire comes to me
it’s a calling to the contrite
I have held nothing back and
You say that I am alright
© 2002 lance saint ash