Wretched Restless Forms - The Burial

The hunger I have

And the thirst I possess

Are naught if I bathe in this filth

That feels like home

Actions of my hands

Passions of the heart

All fade and rot if I’m left here alone

All things dead in me are cast aside

And at the core I’m made new

But this wretched, restless form will fight me every single step of the way

The advocate sent for my aid

Renews, revives and transforms with mercies new

Day by day I’m sanctified in submission to his way

I’m washed in the blood

That much is always true

But the choices I make

Ant the actions I take

Serve to broaden of obstruct my view

By the spirit we have the power to resist

Just as he has the power to forgive

Oh, lord, cleanse me, cleanse me

The advocate sent for my aid

Renews, revives and transforms with mercies new

Day by day I’m sanctified in submission to his way