Echoes the sound
of a rusty box, around
it goes till out something pops.
A toothless lion, he is weak and he
is old but it scares me every time.
I feel my feet shake underneath,
can't hear myself through my almost
shattered chattering teeth.
But without fail Your Spirit sweeps
me off my feet so I can scream.
What's left to see is that I'll
always be just Yours.
And all that I
am I lay down in Your
hands because I'm Yours.
Hell was inevitable until
Your love was edible.
I've tasted and I've seen,
You're the one forme.
What's left to see is that
I'll always be just Yours.
And all that I am I lay down
in Your hands because I'm Yours.