SUBSTANCE (Live at the Chapel)

Vapor is a siren

Come to snare this sailor's faith

Its vow hollow desire

But it dissolves as a wraith

But I want substance

I want soil

I want grain wrought from the toil

I want mercy that I can touch

I want substance in this love

We've traded Your bread and wine

For the meals that go down smooth

We cashed the cheapest vouchers

Spent them with no thought of You

But I want substance

I want soil

I want grain wrought from the toil

I want mercy that I can touch

I want substance in this love

So may I put my hands in Your scars

May my own eyes behold Thy wounds

This life You gave so willingly

I want to give mine too

So that I look more like You

So that I look more like You