Holy

Like children waiting for their parent’s touch
I am desperate for the sound of your voice
My curiosity has turned to lust
And I’m questioning the use of my choice
Now,
Take me, Make me
I’m your ball of clay
Devalue me to prove you are real
Holy, Holy
Arms around me
Holy, Holy
Down on my knees
Holy, Holy
Setting me free
Holy, Holy
Yet to be seen
Like drought creates an unquenchable thirst
I’m desperate for some kind of assurance
I’m pondered this so many times before
And my doubts become a frequent occurrence
Now,
Take me, Make me
Don’t lead me astray
This leprosy just won’t seem to heal
Holy, Holy
Arms around me
Holy, Holy
Down on my knees
Holy, Holy
Setting me free
Holy, Holy
Yet to be seen
Like children waiting for their parent’s touch
I am desperate for the sound of your voice
And my curiosity has turned to lust
And I’m questioning the use of my choice
Holy, Holy
Arms around me
Holy, Holy
Down on my knees
Holy, Holy
Setting me free
Holy, Holy
Yet to be seen