A Moment of Resolve
I'm wearing ripped blood-soaked linens
Incomparable, metal-wielding
Welding my words with a pen of my inner
Most tucked away complicated feelings
Hard to interpret, crippled in my spirit
Middle finger kissing
Double digits on the monitor
Checking my heart's tempo
I'm the lonely wanderer
Wilderness walking westward
Woes and lost in my thoughtfulness
Not optional, making it out the ends
With my heart intact
Curves and bends, on the stream
Dodging my depressed self
Best kept secrets
Dwelling in the back of my mind
Fallen watch the avalanche slide
Bottle of the sacramental wine
Hold credence in my faith to the Lord
I know Jesus died, and God shaped time
But I can't see where his hands are in my life
Sometimes, inadequate in my own eyes
That's a lie
Most days, I feel like a waste of breath
A waste of space
A wasted mess
Most days, I feel like my prayers left
Fated death
Blatant lead
Grateful that I got hands to hold me up
Need support from the people in my corner while on Earth
The pen is my therapy, and words are my best asset
Fabricated, plastic, artificial status
Spastic ideas of my half-baked madness
Thank God he gave me something to keep up with my one-track mind
First or sixth gear is all I know, rolling on a high or a low
Treading or swimming through the ocean
No in-between
Boastful of my deeds
Humbled on my knees
By the grace of Holy
Sowing my seeds
Reaping and I eat
On the meat of
Steel steeds
Iron lines dripping like my bloodstream
Pipeline to a dark reality that's crashing in on me
Vibrant colors of my personality and love that's guiding
Hopefully to peace.
All I show is love
All I know is love
All I got is love
But I hate myself
Always hate myself
Always doubt my worth
Always worry more
But I got love for the world
Every person, every moment everybody needs someone
And I hope to be a beacon of retreat for those that need it
I know no one needs to fight on their own
So, God, have patience with me because you know I'm trying
So, God, I trust that this is all part of living out loud
So, God, thank you for the words to help me never back down
So, God, thank you for a second chance at showing how loved I am
And in hand... how loved everyone is
Incomparable, metal-wielding
Welding my words with a pen of my inner
Most tucked away complicated feelings
Hard to interpret, crippled in my spirit
Middle finger kissing
Double digits on the monitor
Checking my heart's tempo
I'm the lonely wanderer
Wilderness walking westward
Woes and lost in my thoughtfulness
Not optional, making it out the ends
With my heart intact
Curves and bends, on the stream
Dodging my depressed self
Best kept secrets
Dwelling in the back of my mind
Fallen watch the avalanche slide
Bottle of the sacramental wine
Hold credence in my faith to the Lord
I know Jesus died, and God shaped time
But I can't see where his hands are in my life
Sometimes, inadequate in my own eyes
That's a lie
Most days, I feel like a waste of breath
A waste of space
A wasted mess
Most days, I feel like my prayers left
Fated death
Blatant lead
Grateful that I got hands to hold me up
Need support from the people in my corner while on Earth
The pen is my therapy, and words are my best asset
Fabricated, plastic, artificial status
Spastic ideas of my half-baked madness
Thank God he gave me something to keep up with my one-track mind
First or sixth gear is all I know, rolling on a high or a low
Treading or swimming through the ocean
No in-between
Boastful of my deeds
Humbled on my knees
By the grace of Holy
Sowing my seeds
Reaping and I eat
On the meat of
Steel steeds
Iron lines dripping like my bloodstream
Pipeline to a dark reality that's crashing in on me
Vibrant colors of my personality and love that's guiding
Hopefully to peace.
All I show is love
All I know is love
All I got is love
But I hate myself
Always hate myself
Always doubt my worth
Always worry more
But I got love for the world
Every person, every moment everybody needs someone
And I hope to be a beacon of retreat for those that need it
I know no one needs to fight on their own
So, God, have patience with me because you know I'm trying
So, God, I trust that this is all part of living out loud
So, God, thank you for the words to help me never back down
So, God, thank you for a second chance at showing how loved I am
And in hand... how loved everyone is
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Scheuerman
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