The Flame That I Can Never Be

Awakened ocean waves turn inside my heart
The candles from that night start to burn out
I fight the waves with my sore and tired fists
But my hands are scarred by these grey skies

God, why can’t I keep my mind on You
When You’re the one who made my mind
And everything good that’s inside of me

Jesus Christ knows scarred hands
The Son of Man, crucified by me
He knows them better than I’ll ever know
And still, He’ll wash the blood from my hands

Help me to give myself up to You
For I am weak and tired
I’ll never make it if I’m all alone

So wash my soul with crystal snow
And be the flame that I can never be