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Who Am I
04:50
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It looks like the cat has got my tongue
But my head won’t quiet down to hear a single thought
Try to mold myself a better man
But I can’t seem to find the character that I have sought
The me that’s on his deathbed won’t bear fruits
Unless I pursue the promises of God
To think that I’ll remain just the same
I know that’s not true but maybe it’d be better
I’m not fit to go on with this life
The breath that’s inside my lungs hardly satisfies
The future’s lookin’ hazy as I weep
Heavenly Father won’t you excuse all my cries?
Deep concern surrounds me, who am I?
What kind of miscreation might I soon become
There’s not enough years left on this clock
To rid me of my foolishness and carry on for God
Who am I what kind of poor excuse
Oh it’s no use I think I’m
Running out of time to make a man
From what I am I’m thinking
Better cut my losses while I’m out
I hear the sound of trumpets
Beckoning that maybe I should act
Or bring me back to my knees
Growth is gonna happen anyway
Yet I sit here and fight the hope that someday I will change
Maturity won’t compromise my heart
But this head will still feel the disconnect between my soul
And my flesh
Who am I what kind of poor excuse
Oh it’s no use I think I’m
Running out of time to make a man
From what I am I’m thinking
Better cut my losses while I’m out
I hear the sound of trumpets
Beckoning that maybe I should act
Or bring me back to my knees
Who am I what kind of poor excuse
Oh it’s no use I think I’m
Running out of time to make a man
From what I am I’m thinking
Better cut my losses while I’m out
I hear the sound of trumpets
Beckoning that maybe I should act
Or bring me back to my knees
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Skepticism shrouds my every movement
Forced to face the modern age with my faith
I just want to live like other Christians
Following the Christ not to hesitate
Maybe that makes me less of a believer
Or somehow now I’ve become less saved
I know there’s a place for me in heaven
But it seems like I’m running out of faith
Look at me I treat my own beliefs as if they’re finite
Thinking that if I rely too much on them they’re gonna dry up
Acting out as if I can’t just look around me
And soak up all the beauty that my Lord has made
Persevering through the empty-hearted promises
Of men and pigs in sanctuaries
Praising their contemporaries
I know I’m capable of looking far beyond the problems
Seeing into wonder
But it tears my heart asunder
I ask
Myself
Where did all my faith go
To please the realist inside my head
I’ll pick up all of the little threads
That string me towards the evidence of God
And make me realize scripture’s never flawed
I know I know I’ve seen it all before
But something in my mind says “maybe there’s more”
I ask myself now what I have to know
Where did all my faith go
Where did all my faith go
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3. |
I Go In Pursuit
03:29
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Taciturn
A dulcet face
It masks concern for
A weaklings case
Apathy
My favorite game
Too dark to see but
I’ll give in anyway
Forget me not
I know that You won’t
But I’m scared
Unprepared
For the path that you’re showing me
Offer Your hand
I hesitate
This is wild
I’m a child in
The footsteps of uncertainty
Hell and back
All Your motives
Christ devoted
I will follow You
Light me up
Give it to me
I’ll go through thee
I go in pursuit
I feel afraid
Choices I’ve made now
Oh apprehension
My oldest friend
Trials will come
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
Any other way
Hell and back
All Your motives
Christ devoted
I will follow You
Light me up
Give it to me
I’ll go through thee
I go in pursuit
The kind of punch
That makes me wobbly
Feelin’ sorry
Just for my pitied self
These words hurt
They make me nauseous
More than cautious
But I still declare
I know I’ve made
Many mistakes now
I’m forced to face
My own disgrace now
My intuition
Telling me to go
Surely God I will follow You
I go in pursuit
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