i empty out the pockets of my life

Into my hands have come many things

You should be disappointed

For I have wasted most of these

My innocence and youth, I poured them out like water

And to think to you that I am

Still worth saving from the fire, God

Come down and meet with me

You make my day so sweet

Inflame my soul oh God, with a cry for purity

Like horses that are yoked, to the chariots of kings

Hook me up to Your heart, never to be free

Too many compromises to get me through the day

Help me make the choices, sometimes I am afraid

When I'm deaf to everything but the cry of my own pain

Give me the grace to trust You, I cannot walk away

Don't disappoint me God, not while I am

Not while I am trusting You again

If I fall down in darkness and this weakness comes to me

Hold the scepter out to come banging on Your door

I'm banging on Your door

Come down from the top of that mountain

Rise up from the bottom of the sea

I empty out the pockets of my life 

With nothing to bring but my iniquities

I can't wait to lay my head down on Your breast

I want to see your face, kiss the nail marks in Your hands

People think you're just an image from a time so long ago

Not the God who I believe in whom re-aranged my world

Because the death and resurrection of Your beloved son

And the mystery of the cross, and the power of His blood

You changed the things about me I could not change myself

And You loved me in my sin, You're the God of all my help

And in my darkest hour, if weakness comes to me

Hold the scepter out to come banging on Your door

I'm banging on Your door

Come down from the top of that mountain

Rise up from the bottom of the sea

I empty out the pockets of my life

With nothing to bring but my iniquities

Come down oh Heavenly Father

Rise up on the inside of me

I empty out the pockets of my life

With nothing to bring but my iniquities

Come Down - Kevin Prosch