here, in the world i hold at bay
surrounded by folks who don’t see things my way
they ask me questions, i know they know the truth
all they want from me is proof
when did i learn to be ashamed of my soul?
i try to disect what God’s made whole
only for my sake i lied, i denied
i know You’re dying inside
and Your words come back in my regret
i swore i’d never forget
tossed into a land so well worn
i feel less like a seed and more like a thorn
i lose myself in the lies of my mind
robbed of excuses i’m trying to find
three times convicted, i was broken by two
i can’t think of what i’ve done to You
but never again – that’s my oath of the hour
give me the strength, i haven’t the power
to stand in the face of that slow steady wind
and never fall – again.