Carolyn D. Ward

I know there are so many things
That You want me to do
Honestly – I don’t know
Maybe it’s one or two

But even if it’s one
It’s just too much – too deep
See, I can’t get it right
And it’s destroying me

Maybe, that’s Your aim
To break this shell apart
To redeem me from myself
So You can have my heart

The dying to yourself
This method that I use
To strip you of your shell
It seems so cruel to you

The pounding of the nail
Has pierced your heart so deep
And nailed you to My cross
So you will follow Me

But, remember, there’s a morn’
When you’ll step out the tomb
Death made you alive to Me
And that comes only through your wounds