Batter my Heart, Lord, I sit at the door
my shame built the walls and I’ve filled this room with thistles and thorns
I built my house from Adam’s tree
it’s unstable, exposed, collapsing and feels like it’s swallowing me
And, oh, I hear you call to me,
"Where are you? Come rest in me"
You pull back the blinds, break open this tomb
You divorce me from fickle loves and rescue me back to you.
You built a new home from Calvary’s tree
the foundation is certain, your blood paves the way to a new kind of peace
And, oh, I hear you call to me,
"Where are you? Come rest in me"
You kindled loves fire, planted new life
Set a place at your table, a room in your home for your weary bride
You’ve restored my soul, all is made well in You
I’m rejoicing and feasting and resting in hands that are faithful and true
And now when I hear you call to me, "Where are you?"
I’m resting Lord, in thee
While Adam’s seed dies Your harvest is sweet
all Your pruning and shaping prepares our home for a heavenly feast
I’ll work in the garden, my labor will be
sowing seeds for the kingdom that bear the fruit of Calvary’s tree.
And now when I hear you call to me, "Where are you?"
I’m feasting Lord, with thee


lyrics and music by Chelsea Hamshaw