Tender Offerings

Perhaps I am bound to be restless
Always yearning, never satisfied
Perhaps I’m aching for nothing
That words can’t ever define
Was I happy in those moments
Or have I made it seem that way?
Was I back there tomorrow
Could feel as lacking as today?
But you in your golden hour
And you and your sweetest song
And you with your tender offerings
How could I ever do you wrong?
There’s an unrest that keeps me marching
There’s foolish hope that can be found
Something so true and lasting
Could it land me on the ground?
Still I like my world boundless
It never ceases to entice
It’s the hunger in my bones
It’s the new day in my eyes
And you in your darkened hour
And me and my broken soul
Here you come with the tender offerings
How could I ever do you wrong?
And me in my doubting hour
And you and your soothing song
And you in your calming mercy
And you when you can’t be strong
Here you come with your tender offerings
How could I ever do you wrong?
How could I ever do you wrong?
How could I ever do you wrong?