You, you were the ground on

Which Jesus spit

And put it gently with his rough hands

On my closed eyelids

You were the saint

Who showed me grace

I could wash my face in you

But also on my faith

You were the rust

You were the rust, you were the rust

On my Scripture you were the dust

You were the loss

You were the loss, you were the loss

That cut my beating heart across

You were the crowned

You were the wit

You were the pillar of fire that made the dark night lit

You were the truth

That must be told

My soul is a white shirt but please unbutton it oh, Lord

I was the rust, I was the rust, I was the rust

On the nail that hung you on the cross

You were the loss

You were the loss, you were the loss

That cut my beating heart across

You were the loss

You were the loss, you were the loss

That cut my beating heart across

You were the lust

You were the lust, you were the lust

For me when life was just a must