The fall of man, the fall from grace
has put us in this place
a tug-of-war to choose sides.
Wanting anything besides the truth.
Doing whatever it takes to save our skin
not caring where we’ve been.
The message is “Be your own savior”
an excuse for our behavior;
Going to church for that girl or that boy
destroying ourselves playing coy with G-d.
Covering up hurt with more paint and less clothes
finding love in those broken souls.
Looking for the best way to get higher than the heavenlies.
Blaming G-d for all of our tragedies.
Yelling so loud we can’t hear a sound.
But you can cope with the hope
in the recognition that He lives.
Yes he died, saying good bye
to this world for three days
doing whatever it takes because he saw your face
while hanging on a tree so you can be free.
Relentlessly
pursuing you-the one
but the son is not done until victory is won.
Until you hear His sweet song
and feel His heartbeat.
He wants to complete you;
deserving more than a backseat.
He has come to defeat sin.
It’s then-when you see the Father, arms open wide
filling the divide between Him and His bride
that freedom comes
