Oct 2017
What if I told you there’s a way out?
“But wait! what’s the way in?” you say out loud
And I’ll ask what it feels like to wear your skin?
And see through your eyes?
What else can there be besides, the same self-righteous lullabies we sing to ourselves at night, after night to sleep tight and fight that urge that there’s something seriously wrong
Deep down in the roots of your boots, you know it.
There’s a glitch in the matrix, where’s it coming from?
I’ll tell you what, hustle hard, get a house, buy a car, more money than you can see and live your dreams... probably far above your means then what?
Even dreams end and if your life is a dream what do you wake up to when you reach the same dead end we all face...
The race has a winner, but if all the runners are all sinners in the deep dark forest off the track making camps, settling down and the number on your back starts to fade into the black of night.
The track is out of sight, out of mind and all the runners become losers by the break of daylight.
What if I told you there’s a way out
To the way you’re in
A God-Man with a plan to wear your skin and see through your eyes, to stay up all night and pray till morning light so He can hold you tight, embracing your glitch, your something wrong, till it gripped Him, pricked Him, Kicked Him while He holds you, dying in your beating arms.
He gave up His house, car and dream life to come out in the deep, dark woods in the middle of night, off the track and finish your race with your number on His back, all before the dawn of morning which is Him too...
You see, He’s the way out
Of the you you’re in
Open the door and let Him take your dark out
Forgive your sin
Let Him be your way out, let the Son-rise and bring the sunrise into your life...
Let Him wake you up and live His Dream forever
With Him living in your skin
Living His way out, in your in
that’s the end of your end, the end of you
The beginning of Him
“But wait! what’s the way in?” you say out loud
And I’ll ask what it feels like to wear your skin?
And see through your eyes?
What else can there be besides, the same self-righteous lullabies we sing to ourselves at night, after night to sleep tight and fight that urge that there’s something seriously wrong
Deep down in the roots of your boots, you know it.
There’s a glitch in the matrix, where’s it coming from?
I’ll tell you what, hustle hard, get a house, buy a car, more money than you can see and live your dreams... probably far above your means then what?
Even dreams end and if your life is a dream what do you wake up to when you reach the same dead end we all face...
The race has a winner, but if all the runners are all sinners in the deep dark forest off the track making camps, settling down and the number on your back starts to fade into the black of night.
The track is out of sight, out of mind and all the runners become losers by the break of daylight.
What if I told you there’s a way out
To the way you’re in
A God-Man with a plan to wear your skin and see through your eyes, to stay up all night and pray till morning light so He can hold you tight, embracing your glitch, your something wrong, till it gripped Him, pricked Him, Kicked Him while He holds you, dying in your beating arms.
He gave up His house, car and dream life to come out in the deep, dark woods in the middle of night, off the track and finish your race with your number on His back, all before the dawn of morning which is Him too...
You see, He’s the way out
Of the you you’re in
Open the door and let Him take your dark out
Forgive your sin
Let Him be your way out, let the Son-rise and bring the sunrise into your life...
Let Him wake you up and live His Dream forever
With Him living in your skin
Living His way out, in your in
that’s the end of your end, the end of you
The beginning of Him
