A couple weeks ago I went up to a nearby National Forest area to spend some time in prayer. One of the easiest ways I've found to kind of get past the pretension blocking up my mind and actually come to God as I am is by making up a really simple melody and then writing lyrics as fast as I can. I figure the rhymes I think of are the words closest to my mind, and seeing them on paper helps me realize where I am so I can begin the process of repentance. Anyway, here's the song that came out:
How Near Is the Truth
How near is the truth
That is rooted in You
That lies dormant in me
When diversion is free?
Sometimes it's not 'til I hang by a rope
That I see it there.
Sometimes it's not 'til I've given up hope
That I see it there.
'Cause I wear lenses made of my own filth,
And I drink pitchers made of my own swill.
Spit in my eyes
So I can see what comes out of Your mouth.
Turn my drink into wine
And dump all my old bottles out.
How near is the truth
That is rooted in You
That lies dormant in me
When diversion is free?
Sometimes it's not 'til I hang by a rope
That I see it there.
Sometimes it's not 'til I've given up hope
That I see it there.
'Cause I build houses on a stormy beach,
And I keep my bridegroom just outside arms' reach.
Break down my walls
So I can move before they fall on me.
Capture my heart
Until I know your arms set me free.
How near is the truth
That is rooted in You
That lies dormant in me
When diversion is free?
Sometimes it's not 'til I hang by a rope
That I see it there.
Sometimes it's not 'til I've given up hope
That I see it there.
You pull me deep into Your water,
But I'm too numb to feel the waves.
Burn off my excess like a potter
'Til I am free to swim away.
How near is the truth
That is rooted in You
That you planted in me?
Won't You help me believe?
How near is the truth!
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