Jesus, let me come to you like I’m lost,

Let me come to you like at first.

Like I’m broken but I don’t know the cost,

Of what it takes to reach me at my worst.

Let me come to you like a child,

Let my soul search for you as if it doesn’t know,

How quickly in the dark I’ll forgo,

How quickly I’ll hear that rooster crow.

Let me hit that lowest low,

When I know I’ve got nowhere else to go.

Then. Then I’ll know,

You’re all this wondering soul ever searched for.