disorder of my past
hewn into my present
i spoke it's name,
all eyes on me
they assume i'm healed
i'm not
i pledged my life to a fathered vision
one i thought my own, but now i question
has it been my pride to volunteer succession
so the road ahead is clear?
i hold thick questions
and they smother my words
as they sit like sponges on my tongue
i thought I knew myself better,
just a year ago
thought i knew my future,
now i'm not so sure
and a heart that's stronger also feels much harder
like new leather, i'm trying to break it in
growing younger
it's clarity i seek
i'm under cloud cover
and it's mist that my fists beat
as i stagger towards a vision
that's tunneled to one end
Oh blessed seed of Zion
replace my will with Yours
if i am weak in my sickness
and You desire weakness
then i'll gladly be sick until You come
Here, my King
I've burned my dreams
and this remains
this is the gold
I need no other
I need no other
though i'm ill
though i'm ill
I need no other
though I know not my future
and doubt my vision
I follow You alone
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