My past won’t stop haunting me In this prison there’s a fight between who I am and who I used to be This thorn in my side is a grace For because of it the flesh and blood of God was offered in my place.
You fought the fight in me You chased me down and finished the race I was blind but now I see Jesus, you kept the faith in me.
Where did my best friends go? At my defense they disappeared Just like Your friends did to You, oh Lord But You were there You gave me strenghth So this little one might come to know the glory of your name
I’m waiting and set apart Like incense to Your heart A libation I’m pouring out