Whooooosh, gripped by God's Promised Gift,
Enclosed in a dark room with a spot light on my heart, He reveals
All that I am against His own Image.
Whooooosh, day turns to night.
My skin darkens and my flesh is rank.
Where am I walking?
Whooooosh, the panic cuts through to the soul,
I cannot stand. I fall. I cry,
"O Wretch that I am! Son of David, have mercy on me, a sinner!"
Whooooosh, night turns to day, a New Day.
What bright clothing!
And look, the way, it's narrow, and it looks to be marked by bloody feet.
Whooooosh, gripped by God's Promised Gift,
Enclosed in a room with Abel and John, His Spirit reveals
All that Jesus is and that I'm being made like Him.