Confession/Anymore
I'll poison my eyes with what satisfies
For a moment then swipe it away
Pixels on screens will distract from what it means
To live and to walk in the way
And I'll go get my fill from a pleasure that spills
From a fount that's polluting my mind
The bitter taste will satiate until we all waste away
Scrolling through lives, objectified
My lamp is dim, I can't defend
The sin that I have trusted in
To brighten my eyes and my mind
Bone and skin, will pose as friends
But in the end will only send
My soul into darkness of night
Wanderlust will fade to dust
If I entrust this emptiness
To quench all my deepest desires
In my disgust, I fail to trust
The only Abolitionist
Who clothes me in freedom's attire
Our projection is the weapon
Faulty kind of contraception
Lust will still flow through our phones
False impressions, our digression
Use it all for our deflecting
Fear of still feeling alone
Indifference to penitence
In search of our significance
We tether ourselves to a mist
Insolence and dissidence
In our defense for innocence
We tighten our hands to a fist
Armored vest of self-interest, I end up lost in my distress
That sword of the Spirit withdrawn
I will confess, I have undressed, the gown of all your righteousness
To loathe in that slough of despond
I hear the words no condemnation
This should be my liberation
But I get caught in myself
Am I doomed, washing tombs
Sweeping dust with broken brooms?
My groom, won't you come come be my help?
Jesus, have mercy on me
Jesus, have mercy on me
Jesus, have mercy on me
Jesus
A hopeless romantic who's frantic
Addicted to not feeling alone
You say, "Son, look what I have done
Come and bask in the light of my throne"
Late night, what a fright
My thoughts are slipping away from you again
Empty longings, can I feel belonging?
My mind's slipping into sin
I've been losing these battles, my soul is rattled
My hearts been giving into flesh
You say "Son, don't you know I'm the only one
Come to me and I'll give you rest"
Been letting things go
Although I know I'm a pacifist in this eternal fight
You say, "No more
Come and make war against these sins that are taking your life"
Oh, that are taking your life
Torn apart, a restless heart striving
For the taste of some joy I cannot find
Would you tear my veil, come and prevail?
I've forgotten grace, would you remind?
Lust and pride, a different side to me only you would know
Your perfect love
The Savior's blood poured out so this seed would grow
Stop this soul from rambling
No more gambling on the balance of life and death
Though the world says no, I will turn and go
When you cry out, "Follow me instead"
This earthly wine no longer divine because I'm with the one true King
Bless him my soul, wherever you go
Let the praises of the Lord be the songs you sing
Let the praises of the Lord be the songs you sing
So take these things from me Lord
No, I don't want them anymore
So take these things from me Lord
My soul I give, my soul is yours
For a moment then swipe it away
Pixels on screens will distract from what it means
To live and to walk in the way
And I'll go get my fill from a pleasure that spills
From a fount that's polluting my mind
The bitter taste will satiate until we all waste away
Scrolling through lives, objectified
My lamp is dim, I can't defend
The sin that I have trusted in
To brighten my eyes and my mind
Bone and skin, will pose as friends
But in the end will only send
My soul into darkness of night
Wanderlust will fade to dust
If I entrust this emptiness
To quench all my deepest desires
In my disgust, I fail to trust
The only Abolitionist
Who clothes me in freedom's attire
Our projection is the weapon
Faulty kind of contraception
Lust will still flow through our phones
False impressions, our digression
Use it all for our deflecting
Fear of still feeling alone
Indifference to penitence
In search of our significance
We tether ourselves to a mist
Insolence and dissidence
In our defense for innocence
We tighten our hands to a fist
Armored vest of self-interest, I end up lost in my distress
That sword of the Spirit withdrawn
I will confess, I have undressed, the gown of all your righteousness
To loathe in that slough of despond
I hear the words no condemnation
This should be my liberation
But I get caught in myself
Am I doomed, washing tombs
Sweeping dust with broken brooms?
My groom, won't you come come be my help?
Jesus, have mercy on me
Jesus, have mercy on me
Jesus, have mercy on me
Jesus
A hopeless romantic who's frantic
Addicted to not feeling alone
You say, "Son, look what I have done
Come and bask in the light of my throne"
Late night, what a fright
My thoughts are slipping away from you again
Empty longings, can I feel belonging?
My mind's slipping into sin
I've been losing these battles, my soul is rattled
My hearts been giving into flesh
You say "Son, don't you know I'm the only one
Come to me and I'll give you rest"
Been letting things go
Although I know I'm a pacifist in this eternal fight
You say, "No more
Come and make war against these sins that are taking your life"
Oh, that are taking your life
Torn apart, a restless heart striving
For the taste of some joy I cannot find
Would you tear my veil, come and prevail?
I've forgotten grace, would you remind?
Lust and pride, a different side to me only you would know
Your perfect love
The Savior's blood poured out so this seed would grow
Stop this soul from rambling
No more gambling on the balance of life and death
Though the world says no, I will turn and go
When you cry out, "Follow me instead"
This earthly wine no longer divine because I'm with the one true King
Bless him my soul, wherever you go
Let the praises of the Lord be the songs you sing
Let the praises of the Lord be the songs you sing
So take these things from me Lord
No, I don't want them anymore
So take these things from me Lord
My soul I give, my soul is yours
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Writer(s): Brogan Gaskill
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