Wineskins

It's natural to be afraid
Of all that's slipping away
You look for someone to blame
For the prescriptions you take
You just wanna stay in the game
clinging to some good old day
But did you really have faith
Or just fear that something would change?

When Old wineskins are bursting
And the world just keeps turning
What a mess that it makes

It comes like a crashing wave
And rearranges the shape
Instead of fighting the break
Maybe there's something at stake
You'll never make something great
In such an insecure state
You never really had faith
Just fear of who to embrace

When old wineskins are bursting
But when the world just keeps turning
When old wineskins are bursting
When the whole thing is burning
What a mess that it makes

What a mess that it makes
What a mess that it makes
For these arrogant ways
What a mess that it makes
For those privileged tastes
What a mess that it makes
For that insecure faith
What a mess that it makes

Is it well with your soul?
Is it well, Is it well with your soul?



Credits
Writer(s): Micah Bentley
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