Feet dangling on the edge of a precipice of change.
Peices of my heart scattered, been rearranged.
Can this be real? Can it be true?
That pain, shame can vanish? On it’s coattails, life a new?
A heart that’s only known one way of life.
Torn, ripped, cut by a jagged knife.
A stony heart full of anger, bitterness and hate.
Traveling dark alleyways, alone no soulmate.
I heard a rumor of a sacrifice that was made.
A place where I can make a final trade.
Hand over the past, hand over the sin.
Find the water and jump right in.
An empty vessel waiting to be filled.
With a redeeming love for me that was spilled.
I heard a rumor that I can finally be set free.
Because of a Savior who came and died for me!