adam black

Lyrics

will this head ever be fit to wear a crown?
so often in my weakness it comes tumbling down…
what more could i be given? but dirty hands
keep hidden all the light,
losing sight of what i found.
O, God, where have i got to now?

in the sight of the sun;
what is this i have done?

bathsheba danced for me
out on the roof alone,
in my late night wandering
where i forgot the Throne.
this body (dead in its disease)
begs more for the flesh and bone.
bathsheba, pray for me,
the arrows’ mark i chose
and now uriah’s not coming home…

make me to hear joy and gladness once again,
and bid the bones You’ve broken to bless Your name.
i’ve done evil and i’m wicked, but Your blood
has come and lifted me from death;
the holiness i can’t attain,
rendered on a cross, You took the blame.

in the sight of the sun;
what is this i have done?

bathsheba danced for me
out on the roof alone,
in my late night wandering
where i forgot the Throne.
this body (dead in its disease)
begs more for the flesh and bone.
bathsheba, pray for me,
the arrows’ mark i chose
and now uriah’s not coming home…

wash me white as snow,
take this broken heart in tow!
everything to You, i owe,
my God, You’re good to me!