Sandra Mccracken Trade My Love
As dust on the scales
As grass of the field
So are our days
with the serpent on our heels
The reed is bruised
The sky is cracked
You wear your pain as a veil of black
Proverbs of ashes
Smear you with lies
The one who changed your name has touched your side.
Fortune and favor
You have not known
What is the vine, you have not grown?
I will not sing songs when you're heavy
I will not speak words to make it clear
I will stay with you and all that you carry
I would trade my love,
for all your fears.
If I speak or refrain
You may not be changed
For your deliverance
your days are arranged
To the roots of the mountains
You sink down
Hurled into the deep,
spit onto the ground
Severe mercy is your one great hope
It is well, it will be well
with your soul
I will not sing songs
I will not speak words
I will stay with you
and all that you carry,
I will trade my love...
For all your fears.
