What’s wrong

Verse 1

Run from one thing right in the hands of another,

What’s right, what’s wrong?

Sounds like too many things going on,

Can’t keep it together on my own.

The hand of God always reaching down,

To scoop me up when I fall.

Chorus

I’ve been dying longer than I’ve been alive,

I’ve been a Christian longer than not.

In times of disbelief,

I found myself searching,

Grabbing ahold of the things that bound me,

Constantly trying to shake them off,

Left me in a turmoil state of being.

Verse 2

Why do I feel empty when I have everything I need?

The sunshine is out, shining on my face,

A feeling that can’t be replaced.

Thoughts racing through my head,

All trying to keep me fresh,

Bound to be Spirit led.

Bridge

Hearing the water move and the wind blow,

In the distance, a chirp,

A bird singing and being thankful that he can fly.

I ask myself why,

The answer comes to mind:

Be still and listen,

Your heart speaks loud.

Verse 3

The tapping in my ear sounds like an old typewriter,

Being tapped to tell the story of this broken but not bound man.

Keeping calm and knowing that He is God,

He hath made me to be as unique and as complicated as I am,

For a purpose in which someday will stand in His judgment

For the works I did with my hand.

Faith without works