Have I salted my mind to the point where nothing can grow
Am I as those lands the Romans razed and left desolate?
From the smallest seed comes beauty
From destruction comes life again
From black and white comes grey and eventually color
Set a fire to the sky
Dive to ocean depths
Meet me where the sea meets the land
To find a balance of emotion
To allow seasons, oh Lord may my heart become beautiful
There’s grace for the no name face
There’s grace for the darkest of caves
The prison door is open, walk through
Take the shackles off my hands and feet and watch me dance in Your presence
The horizon never ends, but new horizons come with every morning
Every breath is a gift until you’re gone
Fear is a liar, a thief, it’ll rob you, even at rock bottom
How can a man listen so many times to the same lies disguised in different ways
At the root is the same endgame; to separate from the freedom offered by the blood
To separate and take captive the mind
This goes deeper than emotions, this is the very core out of which life comes
Life is lost in fear, I have lived in it far too long
Break free and live in freedom
Fear is no way to live, cold world, come alive again
From the harshest of winters comes a beautiful bloom
A man reaps what he sows
So Lord may I produce life again
Even if the harvest is small
I long to sow generously again
May I become an endless spring
May I become a garden for the people around
May I walk in the healing waters and drink from boundless waters
May I show people new life