The angels watching over me
to hold me as I sleep
the father with the Earth in hands
My soul is his to keep
My mother's mother's fairy tales
her daughters blinding trust
When tragedy and misery
convince her that she must
In wooden pews and basement rooms
with bible tightly clutched
I listened to the fairy tales, the fables forming rust
On alter I held out my hands
to catch the chunk of bread
That pastor always said to me
where flesh of the son long dead
Fifteen years of song and dance
Fifteen years of grace
Fifteen years spent listening
their stories gone to waste
But the world grows larger
the questions too
and the faith is quickly lost
replaced by science, philosophy
common sense dethrones the cross
I want so desperately to believe
for your sake more than mine
Eternal life is a dream to me
but I hate to see you cry
My mother's mother passed her faith
by my mother I have failed
She prays for me each day and night
but her worries I can't assail
Oh mother, mother can't you see
this faith is yours not mine
The word of God is not enough
but maybe, give me time.
Angels I have heard on high
in God I place my trust
It's the son, the cross, that I decline
He's your savior, not mine.
As angels lay me down to sleep
I hope one day you'll see
My mother's mother's parables
lend no comfort to me
Oh mother, mother can't you see
it kills me when you pray
for something I cannot give you
and by each passing day
your expectations grind at me
they make it hard to stay
Oh mother, mother I'm begging you
don't push me away
The father watching over us
holds me as I sleep
and comforts me each night as my anxiety will creep
into me heart, I trust in him
but thats all I can give
let it be enough for you
I'm trying, let me live.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
The angels watching over me
to hold me as I sleep
the father with the Earth in hands
My soul is his to keep
My mother's mother's fairy tales
her daughters blinding trust
When tragedy and misery
convince her that she must
In wooden pews and basement rooms
with bible tightly clutched
I listened to the fairy tales, the fables forming rust
On alter I held out my hands
to catch the chunk of bread
That pastor always said to me
where flesh of the son long dead
Fifteen years of song and dance
Fifteen years of grace
Fifteen years spent listening
their stories gone to waste
But the world grows larger
the questions too
and the faith is quickly lost
replaced by science, philosophy
common sense dethrones the cross
I want so desperately to believe
for your sake more than mine
Eternal life is a dream to me
but I hate to see you cry
My mother's mother passed her faith
by my mother I have failed
She prays for me each day and night
but her worries I can't assail
Oh mother, mother can't you see
this faith is yours not mine
The word of God is not enough
but maybe, give me time.
Angels I have heard on high
in God I place my trust
It's the son, the cross, that I decline
He's your savior, not mine.
As angels lay me down to sleep
I hope one day you'll see
My mother's mother's parables
lend no comfort to me
Oh mother, mother can't you see
it kills me when you pray
for something I cannot give you
and by each passing day
your expectations grind at me
they make it hard to stay
Oh mother, mother I'm begging you
don't push me away
The father watching over us
holds me as I sleep
and comforts me each night as my anxiety will creep
into me heart, I trust in him
but thats all I can give
let it be enough for you
I'm trying, let me live.
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