The breath before the plunge

My head’s high but I’m wearing a blindfold
Forced to march to the rhythm of their cold fists that play a beat on my cheeks and my lips
Joined by the clatter of the chains on my wrist
I have the right to remain blind
And if I open my eyes and my mind I’ll get cast aside by the majority rule
But God distinguishes the wise from the fools
My head’s high but it’s starting to throb
I hate the sound of this blood-thirsty mob
Vain words are filling their sentences
They paid off the witnesses
They cuss and they spit just for emphasis
I have the right to remain silent
And anything I say or I do they’ll malign and they’ll use to accuse me in their court of law
But this is no court at all
It isn’t just
No it isn’t just
But why should I contend?
They’re not my judge
No they’re not my judge
So I am not condemned

Come mutineers
Come do your worst tonight
Feast on my tears
And feed your appetite
I have no fear
I shed it with my rights
I leave you here
I leave you standing at the sight of my remains

They scream loud as I’m led to the scaffold
My executioner shouts because he’s baffled at my peace
He knocks me til I crumble to my knees
My body’s crushed but my spirit’s at ease
I have the right to remain a coward
But I’ve been waiting for this day and this hour and I prayed that I’d stay brave and true to the end
O God you know I’d do it again
Crawling out to the end of the ledge I’ll finally give what I pledged
I’m finally here at the edge of atonement
One step
One miraculous moment
O taste it
I sense it
I already own it
I have the right to remain God
But I could never fit in his crown
I took it off and I drowned in the thought that I’m only a man
And I don’t hold the world in my hands
It isn’t right
No it isn’t right
But why do I protest?
I’ll be alright
Yes I’ll be alright when I have come to rest.

They offer me a sponge
It drips with blood and sour wine
But I’ll drink my father’s cup
I’ll drink it til I drink it from the vine
Oh how I thirst for this
I yearn for this
This taste of ecstasy
I’m finally coming home
My bed is made upon the sea
It’s in the air
I breathe it in my lungs
I’m almost there
This is the breath before the plunge

Come providence
Come take me home tonight
My hope of this has kept my burden light
O sweet abyss
Wash this old world from sight
Come providence, come providence.

My head’s high and I finally behold that light that my faith always foretold
Oh! Words can’t describe how it feels to feel alive
Today I’m coming clean
I’m coming home
I’m giving everything
You’re worth it all
You’re worth it all
Jesus you’re worth the offering.