Jesus’ Dream I

Jesus
My love, my bleeding wrist
O’ how I’ve come this far
Just to be healed from nothing at all
I’ve accepted that I am the problem
And my faith is just a little wounded

In the process of sanctifying me
Am I everything that You could dream me to be?

O’ How I’ve made a spectacle of Your works
And I’ve tested Your kindness
Pushed all my straws upon Your back
Just to watch You break
I have good limbs
But I contrive that You carry me

In the process of sanctifying me, Am I everything that You could dream me to be?
I’ve accepted that I am the problem
And that my faith is just a little wounded
I’ve been blinded by love and it’s works
So I beg you reverse this curse