Tuesday, May 12, 2009

But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair


my feelings exactly
:
I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate. This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption because I know to live you must give your life away.


And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying
to get out and that might be the death of me And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, I promise I’m going because I gotta get outta here I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I’m giving up on doing this alone now Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there And this life sentence that I’m serving I admit that I’m every bit deserving But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair


Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go,
I promise
I’m going because
I gotta get outta here Cause
I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.


I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made

And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get o
ut and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go,
I promise
I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I fought You for so long I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin

But so were You

So were You

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