Registered

Tell me now--where your heart is resting;
Tell me now - - where do you belong?
Do you know...Who really loves you?
Are you tired of standing on your own?

Well I know of a place where you're accepted,
Where the parents tell their children what is true.
Follow me to a home beside the river:
In the rocky, arid desert He's waiting for you.

Tell me now--do you know who God is?
Do you think He's an old man, full of hate?
Or is He political, a narrow-minded bigot,

Can you live with the mystery?
Can you explain all that's inside of me?
Is it foolish to base your living belief
Only on what we can measure to be?

I have been to the ending of my understanding,
Where myst'ry begins
If I limit my living to what I can master,
I close myself in
I'm turning my back on the Source of the Wind

Find your comfort in the thought that you're free;
Make your choice now--choose your slavery
Dreams of money or a junkie's retreat,
Running away from reality

How I miss the color of her smile,
The living light she'd pour into my day
A breathing of the air again,
A whisper to my trusted friend,
A gathering of life upon her face

I want to say this to the children:
Life is harder than you ever thought it would be.
But in the darkness of the pain,
Standing on the edge of hell,
What is true may still be hidden,
Like a book high on a shelf.
Persevere in love, my sons and daughters,
Do not leave the well.
You will find the living water

How fragile my faith; how precarious my prayers;
How daring my doubt, following my footsteps
Just a breath in front of God

It's been so many years ago--I made a promise to the sky
Shaking my small fist at Him, I never needed so to cry
"You have never left me, never let me get away,
But I have never wanted you to hold me, 'til today."

How fragile my faith; how precarious my prayers;
How daring my doubt, following my footsteps
Just a breath in front of God

And I am drifting down the stream into a waterfall, and
I am trapped beneath the froth
Swimming for the surface, and reaching for the sides, and
I am so afraid that both are out of reach, and
I am so afraid that both are out of reach, and
I am so afraid of drowning

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This is my fear, this is my cry--
Who will save me in my hour of drowning?
I cannot hear, I cannot see--
Darkness and gravity are all around me
Lord, hear my cry...

Fully alive and barely awake;
Flipping the switch and turning away
My eyes are sore and my heart still aches;
Summoning up the courage for another day

Waking up is the hardest part - -
The sound of alarm is the lead of my heart
The silence seduces me back towards sleep;
Desire to have you alive comes, so selfishly

I am so important, or that's how I behave,
So unlike the Christ I claim to follow
He could've used His power; instead He chose the grave,
Obedient to the Father's faithful calling

Duty, love, and honor turn their eyes to me,
So I may seek the strong, and pure, and noble
But in my land of fancy, I look and do not see
How God's self-sacrifice could make us hopeful