Let us fly away tonight,
Heavily under prepared
on clouds of white.
In your jacket lapel a pocket knife,
to sever ties with all the strings of life.

You only wanted one bar of soap
But the shop didn't sell soap in single folds.
So you had to buy the four-pack
And in a way
You still don't think
that's enough to wash all your sins away.

And you fill the vacuum
With many, lovely shapes
Made by you.
Why does my heart bleed?
Why do I still long?
You ask,
before a God you've never known.

Are you happy,
Are you fine?
How are things going in your life?
Do you climb furniture
leading to nowhere
and when you get there,
do you build hope?

Well there is grace
In our ungrace.
We can have what's unfair
Though we deserve what's fair.
How I thank God for my fleeting life
He permits its restoration...
in Jesus!

And my very breath is short if not for You.
And my very breath is short if not for You.

Only by the blood of His Son,
Jesus Christ.
Only by his grace.

Only by the blood of His Son, Jesus
do we taste freedom
to know Him,
to love him.

Only by the blood of His Son.
Only by his grace
do we know Jesus.

Do you know Jesus?