| Teacher, you had mentioned me on the way to the dead sea
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| You said that You’d make the blind to see after three days
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| So I saw what I’d gotten into, and fell into a lions den
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| You can close every single mouth that they raise
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| Well, I remember when you’d dance with me
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| In the mud so ever frequently
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| Yeah, I didn’t wash my feet for weeks
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| For fear that the muddy healing would rub off
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| If You’d heal my brother
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| Will we know if he’s supposed to live, or die, or both?
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| And will he come home after three days?
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| Well, I used to not love You, but I changed my mind
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| And if that happened once, could it happen twice?
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| And how many times can I «still have faith»?
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| 'Cause You are forever
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| And if we brave this weather
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| You go and walk across the water
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| To keep me from drowning to the bottom
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| Where he was laid
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| Beneath the falls and waves
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| Well I was staring, looking back out the keyhole of my door
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| You saw that I had seen You, and I fell to the floor
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| You were dancing with the children and loving all the broken
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| And I was too scared to come out |
| And then You busted through my doorway
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| And it seemed so very violent
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| But peaceful words came out and silenced all my silence
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| And I realized that the knowledge that I thought that I had known
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| Was nothing compared to You coming to my home
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| So maybe when I’m dead, You will answer all the questions
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| That all of us explained though we knew we didn’t know them
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| And wonder why true love would demand that death must be the cure?
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| So even if my anger and my pain have all continued
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| It could quickly fade if I’d receive a touch from You
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| And I would be content to forget everything I’ve known
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| To fall asleep right now, for good before Your throne |