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Sep 2019
Verse 1
It takes a lot to not let a thought get rotten
Stepping into the distorting fortress and worship of conforming
It’s hard to not get caught, or get across what I sought
A believer believing the lies of the deceiver
Under siege of the one who heaves
Can you believe that? Can you believe him?
Is it possible to be a man after God’s own heart?
But if you read David’s part, it can still be hard
Doubt leading to seasons of spiritual amnesia
I wish I could shake this state but I’d like to take it
Called to become the Son except I worship the sun
But Jesus is in the boat with you and me
And holds the power to calm the sea
Then why doesn’t He?
Believe me please, it’s for a reason
I hope you’ll see, it’s just a season
If you begin to believe in the God who’s breathing
Listen for the whisper louder than the screams
I know it’s hard that we can’t fully conceive
But faith is in things we can’t see
And if we could see our will wouldn’t be free
Wait to hear how I’ve come to stand
Jesus is here so take His hand

Break
I don’t know why, I ignore what’s high
But He came to die, for the things I cry
Not all will fly but I will try
To point your eyes up toward the sky

So why do I cry when the light’s suppose to take my life?
Then why would I die if it seems so unsatisfying?

Verse 2
I see how seemingly lame it is
But what a radical change there is
For it won’t always be a distant engagement
We can find contentment in His tent
Trails and temptations but not worn and un-torn as the storm rages
This is the hope you’ll find within His pages
So get out of your cage and up from your basement
For the latent call will then be blatant
That His Word says He has overcome this world
Why would I try and it be a lie
If He cried before He even died
Pray where you are, not where you think your should be
He wants you further along where you belong
But He won’t leave, He meets us where we are
Don’t shoulder this alone—take our community
Notice the laments don’t end with despair
He is here but He won’t leave you there
The wrong can seem like it’s winning
So take the hand that we’re lending
This outlet to let it all out
Sing with me if you know what I’m talking about
See that we have peace in the tribulations
For He has taken our death and gifted salvation
He’s not asking for you to come before in perfection
Come here to take off your mask
Come with me and we’ll face this task
Because I can look like I have it all figured out
Running through this race in only one pace
But if you graze what’s behind my face you’ll see all this doubt
Built up inside so let it all out
For God has not forgot about us
It’s here, the land of our possession
So will you take it?—that’s the question
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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