The Trade
(Verse 1)
The wiring’s frayed and the engine’s gone cold
Just a heavy machine that’s grown tired and old
They told me the highway was a straight-line shot
But I’m spinning my wheels in this gravel lot
Yeah, I’m running on fumes and I’m ready to fall
Waiting for a phone line that won’t ring at all.
(Pre-Chorus)
And that little voice is whispering, “He’s forgotten your name”
Feeding the fire and fanning the shame
Just a worn-out complaint I’ve been praying for years
To a God I’ve kept small just to fit in my fears.
(Chorus)
See, your God is too small for this gravity now
Just a ghost in the rafters, a half-broken vow
But there’s a rest in the silence, a seat at the table
For the man who’s admitted he’s just not able
To soar on the wings of an eagle, they say
To run through the fire and not move away
Where do I put the trust I ain't got?
When I magnify everything... that I’m not.
(Verse 2)
I look in the mirror just to point a fresh finger
A master of shadows, a professional lingerer
I’m building a wall out of hollow defense
While the peace that He promised makes less and less sense
But He calls out the stars, knows ‘em all by their names
The Creator of lightning don't flicker or fade
He don’t get weary, He don't need to sleep
And He’s walking the valley where the shadows are deep.
(Pre-Chorus)
And that little voice is shouting, “Boy, haven’t you heard?”
There’s a living power in every last word
So I’m confessing the ego, the weight of the shelf
And tearing down the temple I built for myself.
(Chorus)
'Cause your God is too small for this gravity now
Just a ghost in the rafters, a half-broken vow
But there’s a rest in the silence, a seat at the table
For the man who’s admitted he’s just not able
To soar on the wings of an eagle, they say
To run through the fire and not move away
Where do I put the trust I ain't got?
When I magnify everything... that I’m not.
(Bridge)
It’s a shedding of skin in the dark of the night
Trade a flickering match for a pillar of light
His mercy is falling like dew on the clay
I’ll give Him my strength... it was gone anyway.
(Guitar Solo)
(Outro)
Trade my tired for His truth.
Trade my pride for His proof.
Just a new kind of mercy for a brand new day.
Yeah, let the wind take the ashes away.
(Fade out)
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