Rick Swartzentrover


Speak sweet Savior
  Whisper your love to me
Tell me of the nails
  The Crown and the tree


Show me the Grave
  Now empty and still
Show me the Blood
  Spilt on Calvary's hill


Touch my soul with your
  Hands - mangled and scared
Melt my cold heart
  All callous and hard


Breath into me
  Through the Bread & the Wine
Your sweet Holy presence
  Through your Spirit Divine