Coming Back Broken (Peter’s Song)
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.
Chorus:
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 . . .
CHORUS x2
Coming back broken . . .