Letras
Jesus, like a beautiful cuneiform
Pressed into our stone-cold souls by a crown of thorns
When we as clay interlay with His Ways
His freedom forms
His canvas is the human heart re-made
By saving palms
His touch so beautiful
Heaven's descending Son
The Soul seer now to close to us
The Word is born
In true blue collar form
Shared by the humbled ones
For two plus millennia
His loving news is sung
Our Savior's so close
To the low is where He goes
Our Savior's so close
To the low is where He goes
The woman at the well
Like the woman at the laundrymat
The bangers with no fathers home
Daughters in the wild wild
Fending for themselves
With no honor where they come from
The oppressed immigrant with less
These be all friends of His
We are His people
No polish on our profiles
Sick, needy, and vile
Crippled, hopeless, and foul
Souls possessed and bound
Depraved, stuck in their doubt
The proud get laid down
The insane becoming sound
The addicts under bridges
Sinners finally crowned
Or trapped on phone images
Deliverance being found
We are prodigals with obstacles
Dirt falling from gowns
When the Father say your name
And the Spirit pulls you in
And the Savior intervenes
That's a beautiful refrain
Sounds beautiful like
Love singing to you in rain
Before your judgement day
And you realize by Jesus' blood
You're finally free!
(Come)
Come broken and tired
(Now)
Wearied by sin
(Free)
Come broken and tired
(Us)
Jesus calls us, come
(Come)