The depth of a christian’s faith seems to directly correlate
To the driving force that defines a will to live
A life to live or a heart to give
Only to die from a masochistic mind
In hope to be alive why can’t you die
Oh beloved, why won’t you die?
I can see right through your shallow adherence
I envy your ease to breathe.
The deeper I dive into the ocean
The further I wander from the shore.
God I need to know this, will it ever get easier?
To recognize a prophecy in the midst of sleepless nights and anxiety
I’ve retreated to our quiet place
Every dawn the day proved too much to face
I have dwelled in the shadows of the ocean floor
This is where I confide in you.
Signs of a higher calling have been following my every backward step
I have come to fear the depth back to the place where
You’re confined to a religion full of misconceptions
Based on shallow mens perspective, confined to their ignorance.
Waves of opposition are arising from the shore
From the hands of family you’ve turned on me in this age of questioning
To be outcasted in the life you’ve grown accustomed to
My inclination to find you has left me all alone
My pursuit of truth has led me time and time again
Starved from amenities longing to be close to you
All I have wanted for years
Is to grasp my mind around why you would ever call me.
You have called me blameless. Oh have I made you a liar?
Am I some portrayal of Holiness? Or has your son died for me in vane?
supported by 11 fans who also own “A Body Divided - Dis/connect”
Jesus I Lord . Abated Mass of flesh is so sick. Praise the Father in Heaven JESUS Christ. Go buy all of Abated cd's I have them all and listen to them a lot. Very encouraging!!! Jason Beachman (WHOSOEVER)
supported by 11 fans who also own “A Body Divided - Dis/connect”
Croyez-le ou non, j'ai écouté cet album en intégralité, et sans interruption ! Si, si, je vous assure ! Bon, d'accord, j'avoue que j'ai pensé à deux ou trois reprises à appuyer sur pause, histoire de souffler un peu. J'ai même prié à un moment pour qu'il y ait une coupure de courant, trouvant ainsi le prétexte idéal... mais non ; d'une traite vous dis-je ! Le pire dans tout ça, c'est que je ne regrette même pas. Incorrigible le type ! Poesy Rider