the collection - the middle one lyrics
walking down the road to damascus, i call my home
i distract myself with skin and bone when the spirit is alone
you have bought me with a currency that exchanges for the death of me
and i would ever readily go blind again so i can see
the light that shines from your body is not at all too bright for me
but not so dull that i sit in the dark
my sins have come to reconcile, my darkness lays within a pile
you burn it all again with holy water
you change my name to abraham, the syllables are symbols
that i may never own this land, but i still have a home
and love and joy aren’t far away and though their arrows wounded me
a fall might make me land softly into a bed of grace
where i return back to the piles of dirt that i came from before it hurt
and wonder how my rib could make her walk
but you have led me through the sea and closed it on my enemies
yet somehow i can’t find the words to talk
and as i walk, i will see that i was never wandering
my steps will fall in line with something bigger than me
as i grow taller, i grow weaker
the rain will beat my pedals down until i’m stronger
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