As surely as my heart fails, my love will come to me.
My doubt will not prevail; my death cannot prevent Him.
Oh, cowardice, how you take from me.
(Or is it strength?)
I know not.
Truly I concede this.
How beautiful that His Spirit returns for me,
As elation brawls for dominion of my soul.
Now I recall how I thought I found Him sleeping.
But He was only still,
And His eyes were filling me with strength prepared for death.
Oh, cowardice, how you take from me.
(Or is it strength?)
I know not.
Truly I concede this.
I forgot that His Spirit was more than habitation.
But how he kills my doubt before the loss can claim my life.
I know the Spirit lives even in the blackest places.
His love still weighs heavily upon my soul.
