I'm lost, deep into a forest of thought
Miles and miles I travel, still no way out
Round and round I go, no sense of direction
Repeating the cycle of imperfect discretion

My life feels like a big disgrace
I fight to find a way out of here
Still I continue to get stuck in this place
The way out once was clear, now clouded in fear

Here I stand amongst the shadows of trees
The branches so dense that I cannot see
I stand in hope the Light will shine through to me
I stand in hope He'll come to rescue me

I seek a clearing. Let the trees come down
I need beginning. Let the trees come down
Let the trees fall down; let Your glory come down
Let the trees fall down; let Your glory rain down

Wash over me, wash over me
Send rivers like a flood over me
Set me free, Come rescue me
I need Your grace to rain over me