Coming Back Broken

Holy One who gives all of Israel a home,
Keep Your people, but please, won't you leave me alone?
For You know when I sit down, You know when I stand;
You know every stumble I make
Like the soldiers surrounding me, I feel Your hand
That won't let me just run away--
You won't let me just run away.

You are the air I breathe, trapping me, tight to my skin;
And so I say, "go away," and draw You within
And though I've denied You, I fear that I'll finally
Come back confessing my sin, coming back broken again.

I was so sure I knew the heart of Your plan,
To rule the world like a powerful, milit'ry man
Oh, but now I'm bewildered, confused, and alone,
Dreading the dawn of the day
Are you willingly giving up claim to Your throne?
I cannot make sense of Your ways,
The myst'ry entombed in Your gaze . . . Your gaze . . .

Those eyes, calling (for) me to step out on the sea;
Those eyes, shining as bright as the heavens can be;
Those eyes, crying, questioning Gethsemane;
Those eyes, haunting, look 'cross the courtyard at me . . .

You are the air I breathe, trapping me, tight to my skin;
And so I say, "go away," and draw You within
And though I've denied You, I fear that I'll finally
Come back confessing my sin, coming back broken again...

You are the air I breathe, trapping me, tight to my skin;
And so I say, "go away," and draw You within
And though I've denied You, I fear that I'll finally
Come back confessing my sin, coming back broken again,
Coming back broken . . .