blood on my hands
you call me clean
hate on my tongue
still you redeem
doubt in my soul
you call me friend
broken and poured out
you come and make me whole again
and i yearn, i burn for you
desperate longing
passioned desire
treading in vain now
caught in the mire
can you hear me
do you know my cry
won't you reach for me and give me life
and i yearn, i burn for you
About Me
- jedmon
- I have mad skills. Particularly in the realm of driving pizzas at a fast, but safe, clip from point a to point b, expecting a fine tip for the effort. And I lead congregational worship through music. Yeah.