Thankful
You know I ran across
An old box of letters
When I was bagging up some clothes for goodwill
But you know I had to laugh
At the same old struggles
That plagued me then are plaguing me still
‘Cause I know the road is long
From the ground to glory
But a boy can hope he’s getting some place
But you see I’m running from
The very clothes I’m wearing
And dressed like this I’m fit for the chase
You know there is none righteous
Not one who understands
There is none who seeks God no not one
No not one
So I am thankful that I’m incapable of doing any good on my own yeah
Said I’m so thankful that I’m incapable of doing any good on my own yeah
‘Cause we’re all still-born
Dead in our transgressions
Shackled up to the sin we hold so dear
What part can I play
In the work of redemption
‘Cause I can’t refuse and I cannot add a thing
‘Cause I am just like Lazarus
And I can hear your voice
And I stand and rub my eyes and walk to you
Because I have no choice
‘Cause it’s by grace I have been saved
And through faith it’s not my own
It is a gift of God and not by works
Lest anyone should boast-----
Table for Two
Danny and I spent another late night over pancakes
We talked about soccer and how every man’s just the same
And made speculation on the ‘who’s and the ‘when’s of our futures
And how everyone’s lonely but still we just couldn’t complain
And how we just hate being alone
Could I have left my only chance
And now I’m just wasting my time
Looking around
But you know I know better I’m not gonna worry ’bout nothing
‘Cause if the birds and the flowers survive then I’ll make it okay
If given a chance and a rock see which one breaks a window
And see which one keeps me up all night and into the day
Because I’m so scared of being alone
That I forgot what house I live in
But it’s not my job to wait by the phone
For her to call
Well this day’s been crazy but everything’s happened on schedule
From the rain and the cold to the drink that I spilled on my shirt
‘Cause You knew how You’d save me before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day long before You made me out of dirt
And You know the plan You have for me
And You can’t plan the ends and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace
To get me to sleep
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