B
An outcast seems to know her maths
As life slides right by her on a life raft.
The sky is bleak and so is the waverings
and the formulates of her mind.
The blackest night is the frothiest sand
The blackest creation is the aftermath
This is the seed that the flesh has reaped
All that hangs in the depths of coral reefs.
Then there came a savior to make her alive
That brought her to redemption and showed her life
She wanted to know how alive her God was
That no matter how dangerous the situation got her father would be there.
He would rescue her from the mistakes she had made
And that religion was just a look at the past
That religion had not defined her.
She wants to be emptied of her sin and to live for the Lord.
As life slides right by her on a life raft.
The sky is bleak and so is the waverings
and the formulates of her mind.
The blackest night is the frothiest sand
The blackest creation is the aftermath
This is the seed that the flesh has reaped
All that hangs in the depths of coral reefs.
Then there came a savior to make her alive
That brought her to redemption and showed her life
She wanted to know how alive her God was
That no matter how dangerous the situation got her father would be there.
He would rescue her from the mistakes she had made
And that religion was just a look at the past
That religion had not defined her.
She wants to be emptied of her sin and to live for the Lord.