| Faulty By Paige Symmons If you spontaneously fall from earth, Who will catch you? The birds will let you pass. The clouds will break in two. And I know it's true That no matter what you do You can't fly, But I can try. And if I seem contentious, Why do you waste your time? If I hold God's hand, I will fly. Not of my own devices But of the fact my Father's divine. And when I happen to walk away, To lose the path, become astray, I miss Him because He's invested in me Everything He can give. Everything I want to be. If I fall off the earth, He will catch me in his arms. 'Cause I fall off earth everyday, All those times I walk away. I'm sorry, Lord, I didn't mean To turn my back So quick to speak. Too many opinions on too many things. Cruely, I'm cruel, No longer meek. If You chance to hear me today, Please listen closely to what I may say I've tried, and I've died, So listen when I pray. If everyone was like You, Keeping me wise and kind, I would be like You, too, Instaed of the blind leading the blind. I miss You. I want You. How can I come back? I feel like I'm falling Into an endless pit of black. You say, "I'm right here." But somehow I can't see. If You are invisible, Can people still see me? |
If You could just tell me The right way to go, I'd be much obliged; I'd let the world know That You're perfect, And blameless, And sinless, And righteous. But I tread the fine line of Broken promises. Telling myself it's not so necessary To keep in my line of vision But I realize When the day is done, That nothing's been accomplished; No battle has been won. 'Cause when I walk away from You, I walk away from me. I lose every chance I have Of everything I want to be. So, if I can glorify You today, Instead of me, That makes me great. Because to be the biggest, I must be the least. And remember always That Your love is free, And I may have struggles, And troubles, And pain. But they're gone in the morning, Like midnight storm-rains. If I need You, I'll say so. I'll let it be known. Because I am the weak, And You are the strong. So, yes, I've been faullty. Sure, I've been wrong. But, give me Your love, Lord -- I won't be for long. |
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