I've learned that joy can be painful
and that sorrow can cleanse my soul
Sometimes I glimpse that the very life flowing through my veins
is the very love of my God - every heartbeat bears his name.

The ground I walk, the air I breathe
all speak of His great love for me
And an ache throbs deep down inside
as I'm stripped of all that tries to hide
from Him, from His face
till I'm naked once again before Him
Better that I remove my fig leaf and expose my sin
than to continue to pretend I am well, without Him...