I wonder sometimes how you get so stuck in ruts, so involved in worldly meaningless things. "It is all meaningless." It is cunning, and it is sly.
I wrote this as an outlet. Realizing that things aren't solved through myself. Rather, if I just cut the strings that attach me to "lost adored," to "lost baggage," to "spilled blood," that my life could finally scream Hallelujah. Cause that is what we are here for. It is all to scream Hallelujah.


Misery:

All it was was once before
A time forgotten cause "less is more"
Surfaced upon lost adored
In some baggage lost is stored

I said Saving grace wasn't good enough
Cause it's heel is fine my head is crushed
I'm still wiping up fresh spilled blood
And every chance comes like a flood

It was done before it was in your eye
Lost and wondering "who the hell am I?"
I go slow but can't make a straight line
I you ask me I will be fine

Call for the morning, it won't come too soon
I'll be up and failed before even noon
5th, pedal, and 80 is what I should do
It's a circle right back at you

Repentance:

Cut my strings and fall to the ground
This is the best place for me now
Majesty consumes and pride falls
Opened heart to overwhelming calls

Angels rejoice when I fell
From conditioning to think and tell
My life is mine and I am free
Yielded and finally seen

Redemption:

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

All it was was once before
A time forgotten cause less is more
My life is mine and I am free
Yielded and finally seen

This is all just a Hallelujah