I should've known my back was not so strong.
Should've let you make a way, but I carried on, took the strain.
I feel my fear is stronger than my arm.
And if you are still my rescue, I will change my ways and let you.

I keep tripping on my own shoelaces, there's no pace can escape my sin.
But the way you chase me shakes my soul and keeps me solid.
You're taking me over, breaking the boulder around my heart.
If you are still my rescue I will change my ways and let you.

So my ear is to the ground,
And I can hear your footsteps, so I know I'm found.
My ear is to the ground,
And I can hear your footsteps, so I know I'm found.

So hurry to me now before I learn another lesson,
Or remember what I've done, and forget what you have spoken.
O I am a thief nailed up to my own tree,
And when your hands have healed, Jesus, remember me.