I Bend To Him

I bend to him

He is the song that makes me sing

He is the sea I want to swim in

I bend to him

I wash my sins

In the water of his eyes

And he hears me when I cry

I wash my sins

He'll take me out when I need to be open

And put me in when I want to be led

Shed

And let him in

I bend to him

And I wish I did not have the anger and the aching

And the ugliness I'm making

I wish I didn't

Pick, pick on you when I'm slipping to sour

When all the leaves have blown down from the trees

Please

With every limb

I bend to him

I blame him first

For the hunger and the thirst

For loving his worst

I blame him first