The Debt that You Owe Me

Finding it hard to believe What my own eyes have seen As we walk On the way A Voice not born of this world Cuts to the core with a word And I know That my heart is bound to shatter How can I allow what You're offering me? As You kneel to wash my feet Maker of everything How can I bear this humbling? Are you saying that this is Your plan and Your way? Then fully baptize me in the waters today I hear You say "You don't understand This debt that you owe Me" It's come down to this at the last All my proclamations are dashed On the rocks of despair Wasn't it I who had said "I'll always be here" But you bled And my fear Had the last word spoken louder How can I admit what is torturing me I've worn out the soles of my feet From wandering the streets of this self-made purgatory I never intended to renounce or betray Now Shame is the prison That compels me to stay Saying "One more day And you'll finally pay This debt that you owe me" Independence rises up My hard heart sizes up The greatest gift Rather self-dominance Than trust in providence Feel my soul shift A new way of submission Lay down no conditions? Confess my need to receive Like a fledgling child Without pride, undefiled Be served and believe I want to receive what You're offering one Such as I? But oh God, don't You know what I've done? I swore I'd never run Then I broke all my promises, every one When You said "It is finished", did You mean it's the end? How could You ever suffer to love me again? I hear You say "Do You love me? (Let it pour in, let it pour in) Do You love me? (Let it pour in, Let it pour in) Do You love me? Then let it pour out on the thirsty" "Do You love me? (Let it pour in) Do You love me? (Let it pour in) Do You love me? Then let it pour out on the thirsty" Are You saying it's never too late to be saved That a cold, shattered heart can be raised from the grave I hear that Voice again "It is still your choice in the end So lay facedown and howl amen Cause I've already paid This debt that You owe me"