THE PAIN OF KNOWING

Chipped away I saw beneath
the white-washed world I had grown to love.
Things I thought were real were not,
facades of lies that I'd forgot.
Lord, give me eyes to see what You see.
Lord, send Your truth and love
to set me free.

Broken and bruised I stand
before the one who hurt me.
Answers are what I want,
but all I hear is my own plea.
Lord, give me ears to
hear what You hear.
Lord, send Your light and life
to cast out fear.

Now I live as few can do
in the pain of knowing.
I carry the cross I have
and know where it's going.
Lord, bring me from the cross
to the tomb.
Lord, bring me from the tomb
to new life.