I'm like Thomas doubtingnFingers routing the scarsnOf Your wrists and sidenTouching flesh will make my mind believennBut I want to be like DavidnThrow his clothes to the windnTo dance a jig, in my skinnAnd be re-made by your cleansing againnn[Chorus]nI give You myselfnIt's all that I havenBroken and frailnI'm clay in Your handsnAnd I'm spinning unconcealednDizzy on this wheelnFor You my LovennI'm like Peter cryingnCrowing burning my earsnStill You come nearnYou take my handnAnd place it upon an eternal chance