Obsidian

I made friends with the taste of my failure

But she left me, told all my secrets

Now I'm left with these questions that rob me a substance of something

My value, my reason

I take steps to invest in my hiding

So don't stop, try to act like you notice

If tomorrow never comes, I got tears in abundance

I'll sit here and water all these roses

It's the season of the discipline

Who's sick of petty sin

With the decision to repent and be forgiven

We live again in severing the curses that reverses all our purposes

He paid every cost so it's permanent

But why do I still burn in it?

The guilt that used to cover my position

When the love in Him was risen, it was thrust into remission

It suddenly resurfaced, sin in me is working

Perception of His grace to me is tossed like a shuriken

Landing on a victim, penetrating skin

And that's the metaphor for all that's festering within

The mindless repetition of the sinning from a distance

Kinda makes me doubt I ever had it to begin with

You kept all your promises stashed in my locket

But I'm a criminal and I can't ever stop it

I'm just another pilot trapped in his cockpit

Father, give me strength

Give me hands, I'm a locksmith

Don't listen to 'em

And don't listen to 'em

Don't listen to 'em

Don't listen to 'em

Baby took a step and he fell down

Yeah he fell, the force made him cry

Daddy picked him up again and he's well now

Now he smiles as he takes another try

The mind of a child, mine is matured

Reversed in its hurt, so corrupt by the world

He healed all my blindness, my life has returned

But time and again I throw swine on them pearls

And through all the truth and though You are God

I do what I don't, don't do what I want

And then I take a fall, and then I fall again

And then the shame is set and squeeze the skin around my neck

Consider him my servant, zenith of obedience