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Broken pieces wash away into the sea All the ugly parts of me I'm free? Sand should be washed white Flawless and perfected Pure Or so I thought it'd be Like I'd blink my eyes a flash of light - (ning) It'd all go away, But in reality wounds heal, and scars are there to stay Broken pieces do wash into the sea Those ugly pieces pulled by curling crests and forceful waters Salty with tears of sins and sorrows But there are divots and dents Fragments of shell crushed into the sand The ugly washed clean Not perfected, but Redeemed But you can't forget the stories If scars fade there's nothing to tell Because I'm sanctified by blood and bruises Cleansed by grace for my depravity I can't forget that I'm unworthy Power of wind and waves remind me I'm not needed, but, still held in high esteem Wind grabs ahold and pulls me dragging broken pieces down Washed into the sea And the stormy waves They wreck me It was never a quick fix Not one simple storm to wash it all away Because those broken pieces run deeper I'm not perfected, but Redeemed And the stormy waves are pleading Come with Me
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Restored by the Sea
Broken pieces wash away into the sea All the ugly parts of me I'm free? Sand should be washed white Flawless and perfected Pure Or so I thought it'd be Like I'd blink my eyes a flash of light - (ning) It'd all go away, But in reality wounds heal, and scars are there to stay Broken pieces do wash into the sea Those ugly pieces pulled by curling crests and forceful waters Salty with tears of sins and sorrows But there are divots and dents Fragments of shell crushed into the sand The ugly washed clean Not perfected, but Redeemed But you can't forget the stories If scars fade there's nothing to tell Because I'm sanctified by blood and bruises Cleansed by grace for my depravity I can't forget that I'm unworthy Power of wind and waves remind me I'm not needed, but, still held in high esteem Wind grabs ahold and pulls me dragging broken pieces down Washed into the sea And the stormy waves They wreck me It was never a quick fix Not one simple storm to wash it all away Because those broken pieces run deeper I'm not perfected, but Redeemed And the stormy waves are pleading Come with Me
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
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