Testo di 'The Compassion Of Christ' di Timothy Brindle

But as I whore in the dark
There's someone gently knocking on the door of my heart
But to open up is not an option, never
Remember that valve is closed off forever
(Who is it?) It's the King of love, the Blessed Savior
He came to dig deep like an excavator
To take your shame, sin stains, and pain
And remain as your life source, your respirator
But I've never allowed any in before
This devilish child has many sins and sores
So perhaps it's a mistake, Lord

He said: No actually, you're exactly who I came for
But I spent my life violently despising Thee
Yet your reply is You delight in me?
Stay away from this awful ruined soul
But that's when you called me beautiful
I tried to just shun Him, but I'm tired of running
And the Messiah really desires to come in
And he's pursued me in the pit that I'm trapped in
And I can no longer resist His compassion
I'm made in your image but I need restored

I see Your heart of mercy beaming forth
So I invite you, Christ, come into this place
Pour your currents of mercy, rivers of grace
I thought this heart was unredeemable
Too rotten, dark, the scum's uncleanable
The depths of its death I deemed unreachable
And you're the only One who wants to clean my soul
You rightly expose the depths of my hardness
Your light has shown how wretched my heart is
But not to condemn me, to wash and then cleanse me

And reign in life over the death and the darkness
You didn't expose me to leave me feeling dirty
But to heal and purge me and reveal Your mercy
That it's infinitely greater than my sin
And your healing's greater than my pain that's within
I should be left to be doomed to the tomb
But I'm rescued from death through my union with You
Rose from the dead -- You broke the head of Satan
Now I'm a part of your global restoration
I had no rest like an insomniac
Now 'cus of Your righteousness, Your Father's glad

And my wife and kids, you brought them back
And restored my relationships with mom and dad
You take pleasure in renewing the ruin
United to Christ, now I truly am human
So my heart is alive to love and to praise and to give
And encourage those enslaved to their pain and their sin
Hoisted on the Roman tree in blackness
Your voice, it groaned for me to have this
You rose to free us captives and ravish
How You're now rejoicing over me in gladness
Jesus, I give you every pain in my soul
Here's my sexuality I thought Satan had stole
And here's my sin that you paid as a whole
Here's the throne of my heart---please reign in control!