torn streets
tired hands
come and drink from this cup
they've said it contains eternal life
and i don't know about you
but everything speaks of Him
who gave true freedom
and is now giving it
one must believe and stop over thinking
and conforming
not everything we see now will last
and there's still a hope in the air
stay attentive, if you listen
you can hear the songs
they're in the clouds and they fall like the rain upon my skin
this truth lives inside any who rejects the grand lie
that they are their own
look here, rest and look up,
the Creator gives purpose and i am not convinced that we have realized this, i still feel that we have not experienced the grand Reality,
consisting of His glory.