The Middle One

Walking down the road to Damascus, I call my home
I distract myself with skin and bone when the spirit is alone
you had bought me with a currency that exchanges for the death of me
and I would ever readily go blind again so I can see

the light that shines from your body is not at all too bright for me,
but not so dull that I sit in the dark
My sins have brought to reconcile, my darkness lays within a pile
you burned it up again with holy water

You change my name to abraham,
the syllables are symbols
that I may never own this land,
but I still have a home
and love and joy aren't far away and though their arrows wounded me
a fall could help me land softly into a bed of grace

Where I return back to the piles of dirt that I came from before it hurt
and wonder how my rib could make her walk
but you have led me through the sea and closed it on my enemies
yet somehow I can't find the words to talk

(Piano)

And as I walk, I will see that I was never wandering
my steps will fall
in line with something bigger than me
and as I grow
I grow taller, I grow weaker
the rain drops will beat my petals down until I'm stronger