I built a fortress, with a hundred thousand faces, I'll keep it safe, with a hundred thousand more. But these masks are wearing thin, as You draw me in.
I spent my time on the empty and the fleeting. I spent my life on much less than what I'd dreamed. But I'm reaching out to You, to make me new.
'Cause I am just a beggar, here at Your door. I am just a shipwreck here on Your shore. I come empty handed, ready to see, Your life in me changing who I've been, To who I need to be.
You tell my story as You sift between the pages. I feel redemption in the space between each turn. Could You take me in Your arms, And tell it just once more? Could You take me in Your arms, And tell it just once more?