Broken glass broken hands

Red streams from every cut

A plunging sinking of quick sands

The suffocating pain penetrates

In every hole of my being it infiltrates

It pours a never ending rain

On open agonising wounds they stain

The storms rise and consume my domain

In this battle, no exits remain

My legs fall, weary and drained

But in Your healing Altar’s fountain

I enter the Holy of Holies

In Your presence Lord Jesus I come

Your Light shines from the Altar a welcome

Enveloped by Your Love and Peace I gain

The strength to breath life once again