Jars of Clay frail

Convinced of my deception
I've always been a fool
Fear this love reaction
Just like You said I would
A rose could never lie
About the love it brings
I can never promise
To be any of those things
If I was not so weak, if I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of
Being broken, growing old
Then I would be, I would be
Blessed are the shallow
Depth they'll never find
Seems to be some comfort
Rooms I try to hide
Exposed beyond the shadows
You take the cup from me
Dirt removes my blindness
Your pain becomes my peace
If I was not so weak, if I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of
Being broken, growing old
Then I would be, I would be
I would be, I would be