Am I extraordinary? Not necessarily.
Just trying to follow Christ while I'm maintaining my sincerity
guaranteed a mic, eternal life, and so apparently
provided with a clarity that buries all disparities
...I try replicate the theory-
-as I meditate... my mission is to respirate the weary
I fail with my decisions- now my face is in the linen...
...laced with inhibition, now I'm breaking the submission-
-pouring out the malice, rip the core from out callous
All aboard, soaring over the aurora borealis
Orator to palette meanings deeper than appeared to be
My God loves art... He's repeating, "'draw' near to me..."
...Like a sky with a vortex of butterflies
Like a mother with a cortex of lullabies
Baby stumble over, but he's open for another try
Hope is now revived and multiplies under a sunny sky
-I left the past in the soil... it began to grow roots
Back in mass years and I ran to pick fruit
It's funny how death only makes life grow
Kinda like Christ when He saved my soul
I'm whole. I see through the lies of dark rulers
Designed with 20/20 eyes of a sharpshooter
Doubling my blessing, kinda like two suitors...
...I'm living proof that God could use losers
... yet this sadness gets the best of me
I try to run and hide so that it doesn't grab the rest of me
Grabbed the arm of God and then He handed me the recipe
I screamed at the enemy; "you are not a threat to me"
you are not a threat to me! I'm taking back my destiny!
there's no longer death in me! I'm taking my identity!
so cry with me, cry with me, freedom for the living!
So fly with me, fly with me, life is just beginning!