Come down from the stars

Show your human scars

Tell me what it's like to believe

Through my Christ haunted thoughts

That the losses you bought

Are the nights that you peopled with your dreams

Well, I've got no answers

For heartbreaks or cancers

But a Savior who suffers them with me

Singing goodbye, Olympus

The heart of my Maker

Is spread out on the road, the rocks, and the weeds

Come down from your mountain

Your high-rise apartment

And tell me of the God you know who bleeds

And what to tell my daughter

When she asks so many questions

And I fail to fill her heaviness with peace

When I've got no answers

For hurt knees or cancers

But a Savior who suffers them with me

Singing goodbye, Olympus

The heart of my Maker

Is spread out on the road, the rocks, and the weeds

And Aphrodite would not weep

Nor Zeus would suffer for the weak

But have you come to stand inside my pain?

And all the things I've begged you for

Eternity and evermore

Are hidden with me here beneath the rain

The Rain

So shall I plant sequoias

And revel in the soil

Of a crop I know I'll never live to reap?

Then sow my body to my Maker

And my heart unto my savior

And spread me on the road, the rocks, and the weeds

Spread me on the road