honest and tender, yet calloused and rough;
these hands full of life, this heart full of love,
these eyes full of tears when this isn't enough;
just wash over me now, wash over me now.
all that is broken and all that is bruised,
all that's dejected and all that's refused,
may grace and may mercy find a space they can use
to wash over me now, wash over me now.
heaven, come down with your peace and your psalm,
harmony, come wrap 'round my soul like a balm,
bluish hues, come paint my world with your calm,
wash over me now, wash over me now.
courage to rise to the battles that come,
kindness that softens the beat of the drum,
wisdom to know when the rhapsody's done;
come and wash over me now,
blessed savior, come and wash over me now.
about the writer.
“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw)