(John 8:3-12; 14:6)
I see your soul
I see your guilt
I've seen every circumstance
That had its hand in how you were built
You're emptied out
A hollow frame
All your hope has gone
Along with any love to claim
And in your heart
You wish for d**h
I'm grieved you find only pain
And cruelty in every single breath
Rise again
Up off the ground
All the stones lie 'round
With no accuser to be found
Your joy has come
Like the rising sun
I leave the ninety-nine
Every time to find the one
Singing comes
In the new days warmth
When pa**ing night unveils
Your fire-tried form
I've made My face to shine
My countenance your guiding light
I am the Way, the Truth, the Life