He Wrote Love on His Arms

Sweet silver blades
Are the things of my daydreams
Shattered glass and sighs
Music to my soul
Though I've never
Taken the plunge
To see my own crimson
Painted on steel
To abstain has taken
Every ounce of my will
Not even my own will
Because honestly
I wouldn't be breathing
If it were up to me
Behind the facade of strength
Is one who's trembling and weak
Ah, but therein lays the
Beauty
In my gray and ashes
And fantasies of steel
Is the red-tipped paintbrush
Painting all - but by His will
He colors me scarlet and crimson
He covers me in the deepest of reds
Painted by the blood of the Lamb
Who was cut by
Rough Rusted Nails
Rough Rusted Nails
Are the things of my hopes
"It is finished" with a sigh -
The song of healing for my soul
Help me take the plunge
To see
How Christ wrote love on His arms
To draw me to Himself for
Eternity