Weary Eyes

I don’t know why I even cry
‘Cause by the time You wipe my weary eyes
I stick this knife back in Your side
And I don’t know why You even try
To save a man, a wretch like me
When I am Your worst enemy

But You said,
“Son, I loved you at your worst
Even when My name you cursed at the wind
I’ll still pull you in”

I don’t know why all I can do is lie
When You gave it all, naked and raw
And oh, I just stay comfortable
And I don’t know why, why I can be so sly
When it puts You back into Your tomb
Lying there all black and blue

But You said,
“Son, I loved you at your worst
Even when My name you cursed at the wind
Well, I’ll still pull you in”

And You said,
“This love, it can’t be earned
And My grace you don’t deserve is still yours
And will always be yours”

And You found me
In spite of me
Hallelujah

And You found me
In spite of me

But You said,
“Son, I loved you at your worst
Even when My name you cursed at the wind
I’ll still pull you in”

And You said,
“This love, it can’t be earned
And My grace you don’t deserve is still yours
And will always be yours”