The image of God invisible, the first born of all
I tried to know
Every mystery
Soon realized, no
It was too much
Lord if I'm the clay then I've been left out
The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the
I am the woman at the well, I am the
You've been lost in the wind
And the rain of a
Depth of mercy, can there be
Mercy still reserved for me,
Can
They say You live in hospitals and trenches
And towers in
A bus station, in the steam from the rain
In this
I was a pilgrim in early life
I traveled at night
Bound
I have stolen, Lord, let me give
I have left Your
Walk with me quiet, walk with me slow
With watered down
Who is like unto the Lord our God
Who dwelleth on