Ninevah

We were all just little children, crying out that we'd been scarred
ignoring Your back, bruised and broken, You'd been hit but not as hard as us
it was not enough for us

We would trip in the same places, but You'd get up to give us hugs and
tie back up our old shoe laces, with holy hands that were filled with Love
and we would yell "G-d curse the beggar!" while we were begging for Your grace
all our actions screamed out "death!" when You already took our place
Our place

I'm scared to let You see me for who I am right now

We were slowly drowning in a sea of grace while we shouted
"We won't go to Ninevah even if that whale takes us down!"
Down and down into the dark where we fell asleep in the graveyard
the world said "G-d must be coming back if the church looks like that"
It looks that bad

I couldn't save myself when You saved the world from dying

I'm so tired of living like this
aren't you tired of living like this?
G-d's tired of us living like this
I am done living like this