The things I want are tearing me apart
I knew this from the start
They’re daggers to Your heart
Though I desire to trade my will with Yours
I’m shutting open doors and crawling on all fours
I need Your touch, open my eyes
Cut me down to size, I’m dying to rise
Chorus
I promised I’d be less and let You be more
In my attempt to do what I have read
To die is gain, I want to serve the One I adore
But it appears there’s too much overhead
I’d rather stay than give my life away
The life that I have made, a price I just can’t pay
So I ignore Your calling from the shore
You offer so much more but the cost I can’t afford
Short-sighted eyes, my spirit’s demise
Listening to lies, dying to rise
Chorus
I need Your touch, open my eyes
Cut me down to size, I’m dying to rise
1942 Stephen Hawking, English physicist and mathematician, was born 1889 US inventor Herman Hollerith patented his tabulator, the first device for data processing his firm would later become one of IBM's founding companies 1642 Galileo Galilei, Italian astronomer, died 1825 Eli Whitney, US inventor of the cotton gin, died 1886 The Severn Railway Tunnel - Britain's longest - was opened
