It's been over month in this phase of mine. This little exploration of a life aside from God. It was fun at first. I'm sick of it now. There's something missing. Everything I do feels hollow. Relationships are superficial, and I feel out of place. I am kind, people like me alot. But beyond that, there's nothing. There's this boy. He asked me out, I said yes. I can't really connect with him on anything but a superficial level, even though we've been friends for a long time. Because so much of who I am got left behind when I decided to walk away from God. I walked away from God into the arms of people who didn't believe he existed. I always thought that having a boyfriend who would care about me and be sweet to me the way he is would make me happy, but it only makes me feel empty inside. It's based on nothing but his own emotions. I'm tired. And I'm tired of playing devil's advocate. It takes so much energy. I want something more. I think I know where to find it. Because everything I'm doing now just isn't working.
Life is not what I thought it was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
There's twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong
You see I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You're raising the dead in me
Oh, I am the second man now
And You're raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
All of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me
Oh, I am the second man now
And You're raising the dead in me
I want to see miracles, to see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
All of my symphonies
With twenty four parts
Life is not what I thought it was, twenty-four hours ago
Stil I'm singing, Spirit take me up in arms
I'm not copping out
Not copping out
Not, I'm not copping out
