S U B S T A N C E

Vapor is a siren Come to snare this sailor's faith Its vow hollow desire But it dissolves as a wraith But I want substance I want soil I want grain wrought from the toil I want mercy that I can touch I want substance in this love We've traded Your bread and wine For the meals that go down smooth We cashed the cheapest vouchers Spent them with no thought of You But I want substance I want soil I want grain wrought from the toil I want mercy that I can touch I want substance in this love So may I put my hands in Your scars May my own eyes behold Thy wounds This life You gave so willingly I want to give mine too So that I look more like You So that I look more like You