Frustrated kneeling on the floor
Skin and bone against the boards
nervous brow and sweaty fingers

Dimpled chin against a fist
if this is faith, well, this is it
off the lips and hope belingered

Whatever I ask for, you'll say you'll give
on all of this my hope is pinned
I offer it up, though I can't see
and all of this, all of this, return to me.

He discreetly whispers
Hope to shout, there's no words left
pray the spirit gets it right

with all this intercession
pray that my confession
will not blind your will to mine

Whatever I ask for, you'll say you'll give
on all of this my hope is pinned
I offer it up, though I can't see
and all of this, all of this, return to me.
and I become holy....

spare the countless hours that
I have wasted by
talking to myself
but a thousand years to you
is but a day
that's why I.....

Whatever I ask for, you'll say you'll give
on all of this my hope is pinned
I offer it up, though I can't see
and all of this, all of this, return to me
and I become holy....