Lyrics

Love, I so desire to be close to your heart,
to rest with my head on your chest
but when I draw aside to be close to you Love
it feels like you’re not even there.

But you say you’re close to all who call on you;
they who call you in truth.

So my cold heart is empty and aching but still is yours,
and my blind eyes are darkened but still look for heaven’s doors.

I’ve found myself face down on dry desert sands,
aching for traces of grace that might
fall like the dew from your provident hands,
but dry sand is all I could taste.

But you say you’re close to all who call on you;
they who call you in truth.

So my cold heart is empty and aching but still is yours,
and my blind eyes are darkened but still look for heaven’s doors.

Well my heart’s been in darkness before,
and I’ve learned you’re concealed in the storm.
But what really scares me is the weakness I feel
for the lie that I’m OK without you.
When the truth is I’m nothing without you.

So my cold heart is empty and aching but still is yours,
and my blind eyes are darkened but still look for heaven’s doors.
So though you slay me, or fill me with darkness just keep me yours.
So this cold heart could be only, always, and wholly yours.
Keep me yours.