Sleeping in Gethsemane

Somehow, these days, I seem to choke on my excuses
My voice falls silent, my eyes are to the ground

For it seems that I've no wounds to show
Where you my Lord were wounded
Well fed, at ease, your cross is barely touched me

But I know that you are asking for
Much more than I first bargained for
And it seems I stand once more at the beginning of it all
And all in all and after all this time it sometimes seems
That when the scene is set for crosses them I'm nowhere to be seen
Hiding in my dreams

The rails are cruel
The hill is high
I must step on up
Or pass on by

This is no time for sleeping, there is no time left to lose
This is the time for watching, this is the time to choose
So lead me to the place where I've got nothing left
Nothing left, nothing left to lose
Not even me

Well I've been sleeping in this garden for too long my Father
Waiting in the wings I missed my cue so many times
Oh I knew my lines
But it's real this time
The life that I called mine has been requested

Well I've been walking in your footsteps for so long
And here your footsteps led me to my own Gethsemane
Your voice is calling me
To ride the rugged tree
And finally to be resurrected!

Excuse me but
Excuse me but
Oh there are no excuses any more
Somehow, these days I seem to choke on my excuses
Choke on my excuses
Choke on my excuses