I've spent some days looking
For a length of rope
And a place to hang it

From the end of my hope
But where I thought hope had ended
I always find a little bit more


It's not like I'm trying
To be optimistic

If the truth be told
I'd rather dismiss it
And be free of the burden

Of the living that hoping requires

To bring my heart

To every day
And run the risk of fearlessly loving
Without running away


Jesus is speaking
But it's so hard to hear

When disciples with swords
Are cutting off ears
Broken and bleeding

I'm waiting for healing to come

But wounded's a part

That I've learned to play well
Though the wound may run deeper
Than I know how to tell

Where pain's an addiction
That keeps me buried alive
But when it's all that I know

I'm afraid to leave it behind

And bring my heart

To every day
And run the risk of fearlessly loving
Without running away


My heart is not lifted up
My eyes are not lifted up

But calm and quiet is my soul
Like a child with its mother is my soul


After a while in the dark
Your eyes will adjust
In the shadows you'll find

The hand you can trust
And the still small voice
That calls like the rising sun

Come

And bring your heart

To every day
Run the risk of fearlessly loving
Without running away

You must run the risk of fearlessly loving
Without running away