If

Thank you, Lord
for letting me taste Your love
for surrounding me with Your presence

I would gladly be a strand of grass in Heaven
to feel the breeze of Your Mercy

If I were the dust on Your feet
I would then know the weight of Your cross

If I were the stones on scourging ground
I would then know the count of blood drops

If I were the robe on Your body
I would then know the number of Your scars

If I were the wood of the cross
I would then hear the last breath You took

My Lord, if You pour out ALL Your love on me, I’d die.
For my life will never be sufficient
to repay Your Love

So just spare me a glance and look at me with mercy
past the shroud of my sins into my soul