I bend to him He is the song that makes me sing He is the sea I want to swim in I bend to him I wash my sins In the water of his eyes And he hears me when I cry I wash my sins He'll take me out when I need to be open And put me in when I want to be led Shed And let him in I bend to him And I wish I did not have the anger and the aching And the ugliness I'm making, I wish I didn't Pick, pick on you when I'm slipping to sour When all the leaves have blown down from the trees Please With every limb I bend to him I blame him first For the hunger and the thirst For loving his worst I blame him first