Tu es Saint

There is a path no flesh can trace,
With a quiet pull and given grace.
You woo me and You bring me on,
Jesus, Tu es saint.

Your myrrh remains where You have been,
A fragrance drawing others in.
Not mine the scent they come upon—
It lingers, Lord, when You move on.
And by Your sweetness, point them on,
Jesus, Tu es saint.

An empty womb, an emptied soul,
She poured before You all she’d known.
Where she ended, You began—
The seed of something good within.
She carried and she bore a son,
The only Way, Tu es saint.

So empty me of what is mine,
And fill this vessel with Your wine.
Not to be worthy—I am won,
Your blood alone has made me one.
But let Your fragrance linger on—
The Holy Way, Tu es saint.