Thursday, September 6, 2007

Standing, Leaving, Being

Standing here in this crowd with one lifted hand
Music plays, eyes shut, I’m kind of into the band
But something’s not right
As good as this is
Something’s not right

Kneeling and praying I pour out my heart
Receiving forgiveness, now another new start
But something’s not right
As good as this is
Something’s not right

Time has passed I’ve been here before
You seem to remember my face
From the very first door you opened a step into grace
How can I find it and only shrink in my vision?
How can I bind it to a heart that avoids collision
With a world that needs grace in human form?
Can I be grace in human form?

Contradiction is where they say I can find you
Enough at least to finally see my way through
To where something is right
As hard as this is
To where something is right

Leaving here and all the crowd taking both hands
Music fades eyes are open to discover a new land
By being what’s right
More than what’s good
By being what’s right.

Being what I follow. Being all I follow. Being who I follow.