The difference?
So what’s the difference you ask?
Between me.. the one you knew.. or who you thought that I was?..
The difference is clear. The difference is here.
It’s everywhere that I’ve been. And everywhere I must go.
For when reality hits, each and everyone of you must know
For when reality hits, each and everyone of you must know
That my one goal and mission, is not to play church or play “Christian”.
Is to be directed through that path, to be a chess piece held by the master’s hand
The master’s hand…
Welcoming, yet so easily we shy away from
We let comfort consume us. Unchanging, like a steady beating drum
The difference?..
The difference in me is that I’m done.
I now live my life only, and fully, for the Father and Son
No longer will I stand back
With a crown on my head, as the others attack
Waiting. Contemplating. Analyzing every mistake..
As I stood on the sidelines, with my eyes closed, not even awake.
As I stood on the sidelines, with my eyes closed, not even awake.
The difference is that I’ve finally, stepped on the board
Trading that superficial crown for a shield and a sword
The difference?..
The difference now, is that I finally understand
Although we stand pointing fingers constantly finding someone to blame
This life wasn’t, isn’t and has never been a game.
This life wasn’t, isn’t and has never been a game.
