Dreamer

only a dream, only an image painted on a frame that
breaks with every drop of blood from human souls, from human souls that
lose their breath of life, to hell they go, to hell they because i
am to scared to show, a deeper blood, a blood that's pierced into my
heart by nail-scarred hands, by nail scarred hands, by holy hands

here i am, crying through these memories of You
have i gone too far away
i am hurting now, not from my own pain
but from Yours

oh holy hands, pure nail-scarred skin
oh i bow down, pour out my blood
oh blood of gold, come in me now
my life so scared, through You is bold

only a lie that has been told, only an image made to
sooth a frightened soul, a soul so scared, it hides its fear, a soul so
burdened by the pain, of lies its told itself, for far to long
eternity is there, it must be paid, it must be paid

a lie i made up by myself
when i was fragile and afraid
torn up by a Savior's blood
a blood too pure to spill for me
the lie is buried now and dead
and i myself have life to live
because of blood spilled by a King

words and music by patrick hanchey

copyright 2002 cg:ministries