Too often my pride tells me I do not relate to this son. Wow. I mean, seriously, I relate so extremely well to him. And its days like today that God shows me just how much mercy he has had and it is the most refreshing thing. Just to be weak in the strength-filled arms of Jesus. The ability to be weak and stop acting strong, to lay my weaknesses in His strength. There is freedom in humility.
Living on my own, thinking for myself
Castles in the sand, temporary wealth
Walls are falling down, storms are closing in
Tears have filled my eyes, here I am again
And I've held out as long as I can
Now I'm letting go and holding out my hand
Daddy, here I am again, will you take me back tonight
I went and made the world my friend, and it left me high and dry
I dragged Your name back through the mud
That You first found me in
Not worthy to be called Your son
Is this to be my end?
Daddy, here I am
Here I am again
Curse this morning sun, drags me in to one more day
Of reaping what I've sown, of living with my shame
Welcome to my world, and the life that I have made
Where one day you're a prince, the next day your a slave
Peace out homies.
amyo
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