I have sung many songs about you
made countless songs
What else would I sing about you?
You are more than I achieved
You are more than I longed for
You are more than the subjects of the song
You are more than the steps of a journey
How else would I describe you?
You are more than I could reach
You are more than I could feel
Do I know how to sing anymore?
Is the empty roar of my bladder useless ?
Quiet, but confesses to the end
I want that which saves
I want the cross, and only You