Kiss The Son

When you've been broken, broken to pieces

And Your heart begins to faint

'Cause you don't understand

And when there is nothing to rake from the ashes

And you can't even walk

Onto the fields of praise

But I bow down and kiss the Son

Oh, and I bow down and kiss the Son

Let the praise of the Lord be in my mouth

Let the praise of the Lord be in my mouth

Well, though You slay me, I will trust You, Lord

Well, though You slay me, I will trust You, Lord

Though You slay me, I will trust You, Lord

Though You slay me, I will trust You, Lord

When the rock falls, falls upon you

And you get ground to dust

No music for your pain

You open the windows, the windows of heaven

And then You opened me

And You crushed me like a rose