"Carry me when my legs give out," he says
We did not expect this bramble,
This thick of thorns
You always see us running to anywhere
But where we're meant to,
The belly of the sea
Breathing in the womb,
The surrogate mouth of divinity
And we're scraping our hands across
Our skinny wrists,
These skinny wrists
We have seen Your labor:
This looming mountain,
This foaming sea,
This endless field of briars
We have seen You
I want to tell You when I see You
That I've done the best with what I've had
Just like You did
We want Your favor
And I'll ask again tomorrow
Oh I could not, I could not
Wait to be let out
I'll ask again tomorrow
And I will not, I will not
Be found wanting in Your house