Burst

Overflowing, skins bursting, I'm so glad I told the Lord that I was thirsy
For His quenching water that comes at death's price,
Set the scales, tip the balance
Main course, the Bread of Life.
My joy is increasing over this broken pot that I am,
Mended by the Healer, wounds placed upon the Lamb
So deep in this joy that I'm drowning in His plan
My will conformed to His will, I'm caught up to the Son of Man

Heavy joy so thick it's hard to breath, in an out I feel Your presence, in and out my lungs heave.
To and fro, I sway, amazed at Your love displayed, Never like today have I been so allayed.