It doesn't take much of anything
to remind me of
the flaming swords You left
swaying back and forth over the gates of the Garden
that You created in all perfection.
My failures catch up with me easily.
They seek to pin me to the ground
with no possibility of looking up
to find You.
The bright blades of fire swing mercilessly over
the one place I was made to be.
There's no way for me to get in...
certainly not trapped in my sin.
What am I supposed to do?
Quickly I turn my eyes to see the cross
rising so splendid and free
to see the One who was torn to pieces for me.
His perfection for my sin,
His righteousness for my filth...
What King would ever do such a thing?
Only Jesus.
Waves come and waves go,
newness of seasons like tides roll...
Yet, even though, so often I forget...
You are there, inviting me to lift my head.
You bear my failure and pick me up.
If it wasn't for You, I'd be crushed.
Deliver me from the fear I'm in...
help me to keep holding Your hand.
Soon, I know the truth, reality will be-
the swords in the Garden will stop their swinging..
And I will be Home with You forever.
There, face to face, I will see-
the One who took the nails for me.
Forever I'll sing, forever I'll dance...
forever I'll live in Your romance.
