If you can't lift my doubt
I'll drown it myself
In the sanctuary beneath the shadow it casts
Where no one sees me
Where I pray in supplication
Where I am repelled by this glorious force
Withered skin, crippled hands
Left alone in your arms
Which couldn't carry a sword
Let alone my cross
Stand beneath the shadow
Where I find my shattered being
Wet my withered skin
Mend my tattered, crippled hands
Be my fascination
Cleanse me of my imperfection
Cast a burning light
Realize all my grand delusions