The Song That Holds Us Still

«Carry me when my legs give out,» He says
We did not expect this bramble
Now this thick of thorns
You always see us running to anywhere but where we’re meant to
The belly of the sea (The belly of the sea)
Breathing in the womb (Breathing in the womb)
The surrogate mouth of divinity
And we’re scraping our hands across our skinny wrists
These skinny wrists
We have seen Your labor
In this looming mountain
This foaming sea
This endless field of briars
We have seen You
We have seen You
I want to tell You when I see You
That I’ve done the best with what I’ve had
Just like You did
I want to tell You when I see You
That I’ve done the best with what I’ve had
Just like You did
We want Your favor
And I’ll ask again tomorrow
We want Your favor
And I’ll ask again, I’ll ask again
I want to tell You when I see You
I’ve done the best with what I’ve had
Just like You did
'Cause I could not, I could not
Wait to be let out
And I will not, I will not
Be found wanting in Your house
And I’ll ask again tomorrow
'Cause I will not, I will not
Be found wanting in Your house
Oh, in Your house
No, I know I won’t be caught wanting in Your house
No no, no no