There’s no mark on the wall of the world that’s worthy of the Word
There’s no dark, desperate hall of your soul that cannot be lit by the Lord.
There’s no good that can pay for the gift of His grace;
No harm that can hurt beyond hope or replace...
The Love of the Father as seen on the face of the Son.
All our passions pathetically pale in the light of the atoning cross.
And our fashions all finally fail in the wake of that wonder and cost.
In the tomb of temptation we panic and pace
And pray that our pride will never erase...
The Love of the Father as seen on the face of the Son.
The family features are hard to mistake
Eyes of caring and heart full of ache
Offspring and offering of the ageless and conquering All.
Lord, in the guise of a friend I fumble and fail at your call
Over and over again, I back my boast to the wall
Then broken and bruised in defeat and disgrace
You honor my loss with a long-loving taste of the eternal water that flows through this wasteland You’ve won.