These scars on my knees
Are bloody and red
And should show you that
I mean what I said
About how all rots away,
How all comes to an end,
So I'm asking you please,
Again, on my knees
Show me the things you don't want me to see

Show Me Your Glory

My God He speaks with power
He reaches into empty dark shadows
And pulls forth a bouquet of flowers
My God He speaks in nights forlorn
In the washed up sand
Laid like glass on the shore
As His people's arms stretch desperately,
Up from the ocean floor,
He watched all the world drown
From a heavenly view
You know you must first be destroyed
Before made new
All the people laid down
In an everlasting bed
What some call calamity
My God calls revenge