hymn Lyrics

Though God has found me wanting

He wants me all the same

Though weeds malign my grazing

He's quick to quench with rain

And for all the breaths i've birthed

Melting words and moulding worth

It's all as carbon to my hearth of borrowed kindling

Though life can be a prison

To some its bars are gold

Not if but when you're stricken

Be warm despite the cold

Doesn't care the hand you've got

How oft you fold or gather stock

Peace is joy that can't be bought - freely given

And when my flesh is dying

The earth surrounds my bones

The God whose songs i'm writing

Will sing with me at home