Kiss The Son

When you've been broken, broken to pieces
And Your heart begins to faint
'Cause you don't understand
And when there is nothing to rake from the ashes
And you can't even walk
Onto the fields of praise

But I bow down and kiss the Son
Oh, and I bow down and kiss the Son

Let the praise of the Lord be in my mouth
Let the praise of the Lord be in my mouth

Well, though You slay me, I will trust You, Lord
Well, though You slay me, I will trust You, Lord
Though You slay me, I will trust You, Lord
Though You slay me, I will trust You, Lord

When the rock falls, falls upon you
And you get ground to dust
No music for your pain
You open the windows, the windows of heaven
And then You opened me
And You crushed me like a rose