It's a brand new day, and still I feel defeated and deflated.
There's an open wound in my soul where the disconnect freely flows. There's a place in my heart where my soul asks why.
The pain makes me long to run but my heart knows better.
I'll get far away and the ache will still remain... if I run hard enough, the ache will only worsen.
So what's left to do?
What's left to do but surrender all to you?
I'm incapable, inadequate; it feels impossible.
My anger makes me want to lay blame, my hurt wants to scream your name. Run for cover, be ready for bombs, but I feel compelled to reach with open arms.
How can this be?
I'm taught to respond with anger. I'm taught to kill anyone threatening violence. I'm taught that my biggest priority is me.
Certainly not if I face bombs with open arms.
Internal conflict between what I've been taught and what I know is true consistently, persistently, leads me to You.
There's no way I know how to let go, or lay it all down so I'm here at your feet and I bow, Lord please take it from me when I don't know how
How to let go
How to heal
How to be free
King, redeem me.
Love through me when I think it's impossible.
Live through me when I'm dead at the start.
Love through me when I'm completely incapable.
Live through this broken bleeding aching heart.
Your word promises things
Things that seem naught, but dreams
Things you promise to us
You've made the theme of my life redemption.
That's the word I pursue, the word that flows through my veins, the word that describes the journey of my life.
All made possible by Your unending grace.
There's an open wound in my soul where the disconnect freely flows. There's a place in my heart where my soul asks why.
The pain makes me long to run but my heart knows better.
I'll get far away and the ache will still remain... if I run hard enough, the ache will only worsen.
So what's left to do?
What's left to do but surrender all to you?
I'm incapable, inadequate; it feels impossible.
My anger makes me want to lay blame, my hurt wants to scream your name. Run for cover, be ready for bombs, but I feel compelled to reach with open arms.
How can this be?
I'm taught to respond with anger. I'm taught to kill anyone threatening violence. I'm taught that my biggest priority is me.
Certainly not if I face bombs with open arms.
Internal conflict between what I've been taught and what I know is true consistently, persistently, leads me to You.
There's no way I know how to let go, or lay it all down so I'm here at your feet and I bow, Lord please take it from me when I don't know how
How to let go
How to heal
How to be free
King, redeem me.
Love through me when I think it's impossible.
Live through me when I'm dead at the start.
Love through me when I'm completely incapable.
Live through this broken bleeding aching heart.
Your word promises things
Things that seem naught, but dreams
Things you promise to us
You've made the theme of my life redemption.
That's the word I pursue, the word that flows through my veins, the word that describes the journey of my life.
All made possible by Your unending grace.
