| I claim freedom from confinement
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| And that freedom has offered me questions
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| Have we thought that appearing whole is worth more than true wholeness?
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| My hope is found in what’s ahead
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| So, I spend time looking at what You’ve said
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| I’m taking time away from perfect
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| Searching my life to find the surface
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| Taking time — Searching my life
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| There is no telling what’s inside of me
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| So, in seeking and asking I’m brought sincerity
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| We’re all demanding the world provide an answer
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| Each story bares its own open wound
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| Let’s take time to look down at ours and start to learn
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| In time we’ll grow
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| Done with arrogance and unfiltered youth
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| Raising my nose up high as if I had a clue
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| Somehow, I started asking questions
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| It led me straight into confession
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| Will You hear me calling?
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| And when I can’t hear the answer, will I let You take me as half of a whole?
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| Finite and figuring out what all this means to me
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| I ask openly in admittance of what I don’t know, hoping that I will find
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| strength in the unknown
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| I’ve never thought of this time as a platform
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| So, I will not just speak as if I have one
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| Experience like a twisted path
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| Leads me to conclusions that others won’t have
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| I understand that I don’t fully understand this
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| All we see are the broken pieces
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| Finding assurance in what’s yet to come
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| Here’s my hand — Take it and run |