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    Relentlessly pursued in the middle of the night
    and no matter where I turned, I couldn't outrun the light
    I ran left and ran right but I was running out of breath
    Running out of time...running out of death...

    Seemingly dreaming, I just kept on running
    but the man that was chasing me was stunningly cunning
    I found a dark place and I tried to hide
    but I was quickly betrayed by the devil inside
    so I unlocked the door...bolted as fast as I could
    and the reason I was running I never quite understood
    and the man that was chasing me, it seemed like he knew me
    because when I tried hiding inside a bottle, he just saw right through me
    so I tried to hide inside a pipe...but it, too, a house of glass
    and as I started throwing rocks I would watch my future pass
    My heart was heavy and my lungs were heaving
    and the life that I'd been living I believed I would be leaving
    because time was definitely not on my side
    and the times I didn't die were the times that I died
    and the words I didn't say were the words I should've said
    because a person can be alive and at the same time dead
    for there's a difference between being alive and truly living
    but this world can at times be cold and unforgiving
    I had fallen into a void that I had tried to avoid
    and it left my life empty...barren...destroyed
    and it seemed like I was running for years upon years
    and from the ocean of my soul I tasted saltwater tears
    and they were streaming down my face and I couldn't erase the chase
    so I stopped...turned around...and was embraced by grace
    It was my Savior who was chasing me all this time
    and before I was born, he knew I'd write this rhyme
    and he knew each and every trap that I would find myself in
    for when I was born into the world...I was born into sin
    and when the fruit that I had eaten finally turned my heart black
    God never gave up because he knew I'd be back
    Though I'm still tainted and broken, the Lord has spoken...it is so
    A mile high and rising with a hundred miles to go...

    Being married to the world means being buried beside my wife
    Wary of the cemetery, I'm now running for my life
    When I asked Jesus why he did it...why he brought me through the flame
    he said "Upon the palms of my hands...I have written your name..."

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