Collision - Disciple

The calm that comes before this rage

Love that conquers all this hate

The sweating hands that hold on tight

Far too late to stop this slide

Strip this away if it’s what it takes

I’m ready to break

Lean forward

I’m bracing for collision

Run faster

I’m chasing Your collision

Shattered pieces in my eyes

Sweet comfort has passed me by

Wings no longer spread in flight

Far too late to stop this dive

I’m not running away

I’m not running away

I’m chasing, I’m chasing You