Burning in the bones of a boy “Too young Too weak” in their eyes But You reached in with that furious joy Put a storm where his silence hides Lips shaking over every word Jaw clenched But the fire ran wild Pulled apart by the “say so” and “don’t speak” Still You called that frightened child You put a sword in the mouth of the broken You light a fuse in the cracked and the torn Every weakness Every wound wide open Is the altar where Your power is born I am not strong I am chosen I am not clean I am Yours You write Your name in the skin of the shattered Thorn and fire That’s what we’re called for A killer crawling out of his past Eyes seared open in the dark Stumbling Blinded Dragged by grace Carrying heaven in a shattered heart That splinter stayed Digging in his side Every step A steady sting Begging You to cut it out You just said “Let My power cling” You put a sword in the mouth of the broken You light a fuse in the cracked and the torn Every weakness Every wound wide open Is the altar where Your power is born I am not strong I am chosen I am not clean I am Yours You write Your name in the skin of the shattered Thorn and fire That’s what we’re called for Here I am Shaking hands With prophets Martyrs Ruined plans Same old fear Same stained hands Still You say “Stand” If this pain keeps me on my knees Let it stay Let it stay in me (hey!) If this scar keeps my story true Then let my blood spell “used by You” You put a sword in the mouth of the broken You light a fuse in the cracked and the torn Every weakness Every wound wide open Is the altar where Your power is born I am not strong I am chosen I am not clean I am Yours You write Your name in the skin of the shattered Thorn and fire That’s what we’re called for
