In Irons The Wretch's Psalm
I am screaming for an aerial view.
My mind is slow to understanding.
I’m weeping now, but still I’m standing.
I am wiping the sleep from my eyes.
The scales are falling, I’m no longer blind.
You have my trust, my heart, my love.
Just reinstate my sight from above.
Who You are is everything that I’m reaching for, but i
always fall short.
I always fall.
To be unpleasing in Your eyes is to fail.
So bring Your heaven cause I’m sick of my hell.
My legs are breaking, so carry me.
Place me on your shoulders.
From there I’ll get my aerial view. Give me an aerial
view.
