The Road, The Rocks, and The Weeds

Come down from the stars Show your human scars Tell me what it's like to believe Through my Christ haunted thoughts That the losses you bought Are the nights that you peopled with your dreams Well, I've got no answers For heartbreaks or cancers But a Savior who suffers them with me Singing goodbye, Olympus The heart of my Maker Is spread out on the road, the rocks, and the weeds Come down from your mountain Your high-rise apartment And tell me of the God you know who bleeds And what to tell my daughter When she asks so many questions And I fail to fill her heaviness with peace When I've got no answers For hurt knees or cancers But a Savior who suffers them with me Singing goodbye, Olympus The heart of my Maker Is spread out on the road, the rocks, and the weeds And Aphrodite would not weep Nor Zeus would suffer for the weak But have you come to stand inside my pain? And all the things I've begged you for Eternity and evermore Are hidden with me here beneath the rain The Rain So shall I plant sequoias And revel in the soil Of a crop I know I'll never live to reap? Then sow my body to my Maker And my heart unto my savior And spread me on the road, the rocks, and the weeds Spread me on the road