I talk to God,
He says the world is trying to overload.
Look to Jesus,
but this cross is kind heavy of though.
As I help Him lift it up,
Satan trembles,
Jesus rises for the toe to toe.
Truth is,
no more gravity
Satan couldn't reach the hem of robes.
It's not a battle if sheltered in the one who made and knows the ropes.
Broken flesh and better hope.
If the sun is made of fire,
then truth is how the levy broke.
Flood the cities with the word,
before the tox-sins choke.
Pray to God I've lost my mind,
I had to lose it just to find it,
now I see the holes.
It's bouncing back and forth,
between God and this world of foes.
Praise Jesus for His healing
and a way for all to pass, like a stop and go.
As I let the past go,
the flicker in my eyes
is proof of God, but Satan doesn't want to know.
I knelt before Him,
looked up,
Where did the ceiling go?
Heart so big,
vessels rush to make a beat
to move a righteous chest I know.
Protected by the best,
it is constantly open though.
Even Satan could not be damned enough
to stop the flow.
This living water runs forever,
cup your hands together
and watch it overflow.
Watch it reach the ground,
from the eyes,
of spark,
in the mind,
of a victim, of a demon and its hopeless goals.
If aerial powers are a fact,
then the scales are tipping from a string of good decisions.
If God lifts a finger in my life,
my wrists bleed from all of the nail gripping.
Now misunderstood
is more like something missing.
I'm thinking all over the place,
tied together with a single mission.
Truth is,
I'm not going anywhere until the entire world shares one suspicion.
If God's always here,
then maybe it's YOU we're missing.
So turn the lights on, and go look into the mirror,
close your eyes and don't open until you are seeing clearer.
Darkness must fall,
before we all rise.
Pick up the cross,
break your own stride.
Break yourself down,
and let the true you rise.
It might be deep down,
but it's a God given right.
If you're blinking from confusion,
Take some time in Jesus' life.
And when you're full of bruises,
then I'll meet you at first light.
Hope you see me there,
when I'm out of sight.
Every time I wake up and look around
I think you probably might.
He says the world is trying to overload.
Look to Jesus,
but this cross is kind heavy of though.
As I help Him lift it up,
Satan trembles,
Jesus rises for the toe to toe.
Truth is,
no more gravity
Satan couldn't reach the hem of robes.
It's not a battle if sheltered in the one who made and knows the ropes.
Broken flesh and better hope.
If the sun is made of fire,
then truth is how the levy broke.
Flood the cities with the word,
before the tox-sins choke.
Pray to God I've lost my mind,
I had to lose it just to find it,
now I see the holes.
It's bouncing back and forth,
between God and this world of foes.
Praise Jesus for His healing
and a way for all to pass, like a stop and go.
As I let the past go,
the flicker in my eyes
is proof of God, but Satan doesn't want to know.
I knelt before Him,
looked up,
Where did the ceiling go?
Heart so big,
vessels rush to make a beat
to move a righteous chest I know.
Protected by the best,
it is constantly open though.
Even Satan could not be damned enough
to stop the flow.
This living water runs forever,
cup your hands together
and watch it overflow.
Watch it reach the ground,
from the eyes,
of spark,
in the mind,
of a victim, of a demon and its hopeless goals.
If aerial powers are a fact,
then the scales are tipping from a string of good decisions.
If God lifts a finger in my life,
my wrists bleed from all of the nail gripping.
Now misunderstood
is more like something missing.
I'm thinking all over the place,
tied together with a single mission.
Truth is,
I'm not going anywhere until the entire world shares one suspicion.
If God's always here,
then maybe it's YOU we're missing.
So turn the lights on, and go look into the mirror,
close your eyes and don't open until you are seeing clearer.
Darkness must fall,
before we all rise.
Pick up the cross,
break your own stride.
Break yourself down,
and let the true you rise.
It might be deep down,
but it's a God given right.
If you're blinking from confusion,
Take some time in Jesus' life.
And when you're full of bruises,
then I'll meet you at first light.
Hope you see me there,
when I'm out of sight.
Every time I wake up and look around
I think you probably might.