A hopeful lament for souls that get it but never get it

There’s an emptiness that comes about from filling yourself up
With water poured from damaged cups
And no man can bear the weight of the utter lack of substance

O God have mercy on me a sinner

Now blood flowed from hands and feet and side
A blood whose stain is ever-cleansing
Stand under a tide
A flood
A waterfall
An ocean
And be clean

An ache remains that I can bear
I can deal with indignation
I can handle a scare
If the swat comes from the same hands that heal
So be it
Just don’t turn away from me
Wail away
Just don’t go away

If You do
I will die for the rest of my life
And then death will swallow me up
And I’ll trade water that cannot quench
For fire that never will be
And the worms will come to rip away what I tried to save
And You won't be there

O God have mercy on me a sinner

I never should have went where I went
I never should have done what I did
I never should have thought what I thought
But I did
Again
I will

I’ll be back
If You say so

And now I fling myself at your front door
The pavement is formed to fit my body
From the ten thousand times or more
I’ve been there

O my God
What an ocean
What a waterfall
What a flood
What a mountain
What a storm
What a voice
What a whisper
What a rock
What a stone
What a king
What a God

O God
Has mercy on me a sinner