Tell the Truth

Yea, they tell me raise a Hallelujah
But it's hard to raise my hands
It's hard to lift my heart
When I see all of the demands
When my heart is still in strands
When I've lost all my plans
The only voice I hear in my head is I can't
But I hear You calling out to me saying You can

But God I am only a man
A broken one at that
And life hits harder than a baseball bat
And I don't even have the vocabulary
To adequately portray the feeling
In the deepest parts of my guts
To say that I've been in a rut
Lately is an understatement

I feel like Jonah can you just find my replacement
Send someone else because I've been depressed
And in my basement for days
Lacking self-confidence
Lacking vision
Lacking motivation
My mom used to say he who hesitates waits
And God, I've been waitin'
But not on You
But on some sort of inspiration
My dreams don't need re-evaluation
My soul needs resuscitation
Or better yet
Resurrection
Because how many times have I tried
To put my own dreams on a life support machine
Pump them up with a little oxygen
When the reality is
You ask me simply just to let my dreams die

Whoever is gonna gain life
Must lose it on their own terms
Dang
Well what happens to dreams
And what happens to visions
And what happens to carving a path
With incision type precision

I hear You whisper die to self
But Jesus to a futuristic visionary
That sounds like hell
And yet there's no hell You didn't travel to
No sin You can't unravel too
Piecing together the broken pieces of the puzzle
So God, remove my muzzle
And I'll simply just do the next right thing
And that is
Tell The Truth