It’s a journey I brought you on, bare feet and all, and I heard you sing a joyful song. Each step, each breath we take, we were never one, of course we’d separate! The thing is, I couldn’t see past your eyes, so how could you see past mine? I said I couldn’t see past your eyes, how could you see past mine?!
The spear was faithful while death was patient! You are good, You are good!
I was caught underneath for far too long, was I just an infection growing in Your ribs? I might’ve been pierced in Your side, a burden to remember that fateful day we met. I tried walking alone, but You agree to walk in step beside me. I tried so hard walking alone, but You insisted walking in step right beside me!!
The spear was faithful while death was patient! You are good, You are good!
Years from then, conceiving new eyes, what should have been spent well teaching these growing lives. Two kids, motherless and naked, so the needle can stay for selfish ambition. But she wasn’t thinking… Was she? And for some reason I’m the one who can’t see? I said, she wasn’t thinking was she?! And for some reason I’m the one who can’t see?! Though flashing lights were beautiful, this loss for their mother was indisputable. What would wash her white as snow? What flame would burn bright that portfolio? She was so broken and torn, but she was held with love, on that beautiful day, when Jesus died at the bluff!
The spear was faithful while death was patient! You are good, You are good!
This is where your journey ends! It all leads to now! I pronounce you dead my friend! Go and wear the crown!