Dim Lights May Be...

I live on the edge of his grace/ Through a mustard seed of faith/ The book of Luke/ Tells me to/ Lift up my voice/ And sing unto the Lord/ To beg for forgiveness/ For the blood At the tip of my sword/ I bind and cast anger from me/ Faith and forgiveness/ Have always been A stranger to me/ But my Apostle says/ Why be Bound when/ You can be free/ My Good book/ Is filled with/ Thou’s and ye’s/ I mastered my slave language/ This how God sounds to me/ A bunch of other invisible chains/ Are bound to me/ Love make’s me want to/ Ask her/ If she’s down for me/ If she’d leap out On faith/ And drown for me/ Then I pause/ To breathe for a moment/ Life moves too fast/ I was brought up on a block/ Where the burners go blast/ I need an encounter/ God please enter my pen/ That my pen might please you/ My minds riddled with sin/ All the things I’ve seen/ All the places I’ve been/ Make me wanna know/ Just how sweet/ She’ll taste in the end…. I riff like jazz/ Paint ink pictures/ Across white skies/ Bleeding to breathe/ Dying to survive/ So dearth/ I can almost see/ God’s impact on my life/ It makes me/ Get outside my head/ And get back to my life/ The tip of my sword/ Is inches from the muscle/ Which holds all the love/ That I give/ And as my body moves/ Towards the ground/ I’m missing a rib/ By my own hand/ I’m never doing a bid/ I don’t know what a day without freedom is/ I know/ Only God’s Grace/ Can leave me cleansed.