Repent
Long years resenting
Comforts present these
Bloodstains avoid
Exceptions afforded
Relieve this affliction of earthly addiction
Give me release that false peace ignores and
Help me to bed, lay to rest
This whoredom
Redeem my dependence on other defenders
You will know the Seed planted by its fruit
The broken soil is ripe to be renewed
The Harvester has laid his scythe to root
In due season we will reap the truth
In due season seed will bloom and life will spring out from the tomb
Our old garments laid to rest as we will shed our faded flesh
In due time our wasted hours hammered into rings of honor
Radiant rays upon our faces
Approving grace all stain erases
Yeah
Nature disjointed
By blood anointed
Called into cleansing
I am relenting
Relieve my belief in spiraling inward
Believe but I don't
Receive what I won't
We return to center
Observe we condensed here
Repeat my retreat from peripheral dreaming
It is appointed once for man to die
Will his heart return to where he lie
And do we pour in crumbling best attempts
Or set our hopes on something beyond this flesh
In due season toil will fruit
As curse will lift from our pursuits
Our old names forgotten, fade
No more shame to hide our faces
In due time our gazes raising to the One who makes us praise Him
Every fringe subsumed in Him
Our mastered whims no longer win
Yeah
Comforts present these
Bloodstains avoid
Exceptions afforded
Relieve this affliction of earthly addiction
Give me release that false peace ignores and
Help me to bed, lay to rest
This whoredom
Redeem my dependence on other defenders
You will know the Seed planted by its fruit
The broken soil is ripe to be renewed
The Harvester has laid his scythe to root
In due season we will reap the truth
In due season seed will bloom and life will spring out from the tomb
Our old garments laid to rest as we will shed our faded flesh
In due time our wasted hours hammered into rings of honor
Radiant rays upon our faces
Approving grace all stain erases
Yeah
Nature disjointed
By blood anointed
Called into cleansing
I am relenting
Relieve my belief in spiraling inward
Believe but I don't
Receive what I won't
We return to center
Observe we condensed here
Repeat my retreat from peripheral dreaming
It is appointed once for man to die
Will his heart return to where he lie
And do we pour in crumbling best attempts
Or set our hopes on something beyond this flesh
In due season toil will fruit
As curse will lift from our pursuits
Our old names forgotten, fade
No more shame to hide our faces
In due time our gazes raising to the One who makes us praise Him
Every fringe subsumed in Him
Our mastered whims no longer win
Yeah
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Writer(s): Sam Waldron
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