The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning
I take in this spectrum of wonder
Of how unlovely things can be balanced
And yet shadow me with despair
But it washes away when You
Come out
I see just how beautiful You are when You
Come out
The night seems disappear in You
I study the surface of this visage You ve given
It speaks nothing of the things hidden
Buried beneath what needs improving
Lies an outcast unworthy of touching
But it washes away when You
How could something so utterly unspeakable
Be found in this
The ugliness of the horror of Your cross
It washes away when You