I don't know which is better
So I'm tossed by the wind, feeling light as a feather
I keep flirting with sin, keep subscribing to this earthly pleasure
Finding joy in the moment, but losing my forever.
I don't know which way to go
I wanna go home but where is home? i don't know
So I follow the flow, the flow of the river
I want to swim again'st the current but no strength in me, only growing weaker.
I want to find peace
It rains in the jungle, the nights are cold, and there's only a few trees keeping me shelter
I look out between the trees and I see eyes aglow staring me down, I sense imminent danger
Should I run or should I stay here? Cause it's only worse out there
Soaked, tired, alone and afraid, I wonder
Should I pull my blade? Or myself should I try barricade?
Why am I afraid? I know I should've prayed and probably should've weighed the actions I made, now in the wind and rain I have little shade
I should not have strayed, that course I should've stayed and now I have no aid as darkness sings to me it serenades, it looks beautiful it masquerades. It wants to make me believe, and feel, a beautiful feeling like Christmas eve, so that I can be deceived and caught unaware.
unaware, I mean there was never any light in darkness,
I just feel the cold, rain and wind on my skin left bare
and I know it's bare because I feel this air, my eyes fixed out into the wilderness and looking back at me is still a stare and at this point I'd swear, that I was all alone, no hope, not even a prayer
and nothing could compare, to that feeling of despair out in the wilderness,
But behold, out of nowhere I saw a light appear
piercing through the darkness, signaling me like a flare
And a song! A song filled my ear! singing "yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of evil, nothing shall I fear" And not just that valley, but anywhere, and then no sweeter words had left my lips as I whispered the Lord's prayer as I was delivered from my wilderness
In the name of Jesus, in his warmth, his care
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
I don't know which is better
So I'm tossed by the wind, feeling light as a feather
I keep flirting with sin, keep subscribing to this earthly pleasure
Finding joy in the moment, but losing my forever.
I don't know which way to go
I wanna go home but where is home? i don't know
So I follow the flow, the flow of the river
I want to swim again'st the current but no strength in me, only growing weaker.
I want to find peace
It rains in the jungle, the nights are cold, and there's only a few trees keeping me shelter
I look out between the trees and I see eyes aglow staring me down, I sense imminent danger
Should I run or should I stay here? Cause it's only worse out there
Soaked, tired, alone and afraid, I wonder
Should I pull my blade? Or myself should I try barricade?
Why am I afraid? I know I should've prayed and probably should've weighed the actions I made, now in the wind and rain I have little shade
I should not have strayed, that course I should've stayed and now I have no aid as darkness sings to me it serenades, it looks beautiful it masquerades. It wants to make me believe, and feel, a beautiful feeling like Christmas eve, so that I can be deceived and caught unaware.
unaware, I mean there was never any light in darkness,
I just feel the cold, rain and wind on my skin left bare
and I know it's bare because I feel this air, my eyes fixed out into the wilderness and looking back at me is still a stare and at this point I'd swear, that I was all alone, no hope, not even a prayer
and nothing could compare, to that feeling of despair out in the wilderness,
But behold, out of nowhere I saw a light appear
piercing through the darkness, signaling me like a flare
And a song! A song filled my ear! singing "yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of evil, nothing shall I fear" And not just that valley, but anywhere, and then no sweeter words had left my lips as I whispered the Lord's prayer as I was delivered from my wilderness
In the name of Jesus, in his warmth, his care
Everyone has there own wilderness. This is mine. Hopefully it reads like an epic story because God's grace is an epic story
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