CONSECRATION
In the palm of my hand
I hold a single tear
That has been cried,
Shed from my eye
The day I died.
It holds the baggage
And the life that I knew.
Now, my friend,
I'm giving to You.
The wind blows gently
Across my palm
And takes the tear apart.
It's gone from me,
To Your hands forever.
Now my new life can start.
You'll look after my luggage:
My worries, my fears,
My constant distractions,
And unhappy years.
In the palm of my hand
I hold a single tear
That has been cried,
Shed from my eye
The day that I died.
It is ironic to think that
The day I died
Is also the day that I was born once more.
You contain my luggage,
And give me freedom forever more.
In the palm of my hand
I hold a single tear
That has been cried,
Shed from my eye
The day I died.
It holds the baggage
And the life that I knew.
Now, my friend,
I'm giving to You.
The wind blows gently
Across my palm
And takes the tear apart.
It's gone from me,
To Your hands forever.
Now my new life can start.
You'll look after my luggage:
My worries, my fears,
My constant distractions,
And unhappy years.
In the palm of my hand
I hold a single tear
That has been cried,
Shed from my eye
The day that I died.
It is ironic to think that
The day I died
Is also the day that I was born once more.
You contain my luggage,
And give me freedom forever more.
