Waking up is the hardest part 
The sound of alarm is the lead of my heart
The silence seduces me back towards sleep;
Desire to have you alive comes, so selfishly

I never thought much before
About the value of your support
The knowledge that you would hold me until I cried
I cannot call up these tears
Though I'm surrounded by so many fears
The missing of your laughter leaves me cold, so cold

I have been given a gift; I have been given a promise
The more I pour my heart out, the more it will heal.
Jesus is all that I need; He hasn't left me with nothing--
But if these songs ever came between Him and me,
I would walk away; I would walk away.

I have examined my priorities to discover one good thing,
The thing that I must will, just to be pure.
It doesn't matter what good songs I sing, if I choose not to obey
The words my blessed Master has given to me.
It's the love I must be sure of, the love I must be sure of.

And I am drifting down the stream in- to a waterfall, and I am trapped beneath the froth Swimming for the surface, and reaching for the sides, and I am so afraid that both are out of reach, and I am so afraid that both are out of reach, and I am so afraid of drowning Chorus: This is my fear, this is my cry-- Who will save me in my hour of drowning? I cannot hear, I cannot see-- Darkness and gravity are all around me Lord, hear my cry...

All that really matters is what You think
My life has been given--it's not my own
If I feel the vacuum, the emptiness is mine, I guess
It's not because You don't exist, but because of this:
I believe that I can live without You
Without You

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You are in the habit of giving me
What I ask for when I don't want to admit it
Independence is a fiction
That I run to when I think that it's convenient
Sometimes when I hide, You come and seek me
But sometimes when I hide, You let me hide.

All that I thought that I wanted
Was to love someone
And to be loved in return
Now I find I am haunted
By the images
Of how I gave my heart… away

I am holding a razor blade,
Double-edged, within my fist
As the sharpness sinks into my skin,
My arm begins to twitch
Oh, the pain is almost unbearable,
But something's keeping me
From the self-control I must have to let go,
To set me free

Can you feel my pain?
Do you know my sorrow,
What I've given, why I feel so hollow?
Love was never meant to be like this. (x2)

Can you live with the mystery?
Can you explain all that's inside of me?
Is it foolish to base your living belief
Only on what we can measure to be?

I have been to the ending of my understanding,
Where myst'ry begins
If I limit my living to what I can master,
I close myself in
I'm turning my back on the Source of the Wind

Good morning, God.  I'm glad to see You've lifted up the sun again.
It's a long, long time since the clouds rolled by and refreshed me with Your rain (reign).
Good day, my Friend--I'm looking for the ways that You've displayed Your grace,
Weaving, thread by thread, from beginning to the end, in this tapestry of days.

And I love You, so I sing it loud, for a lot of folks to hear
And I need You, 'cause alone I'm feasting only on my fear

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How fragile my faith
How precarious my prayers
How daring my doubt
Following my footsteps
Just a breath in front of God

Twenty-seven years ago
I made a promise to the sky
Shaking my small fist at Him
I never needed so to cry
"You have never left me,
Never let me get away,
But I have never wanted You
To hold me, 'til today."

CHORUS