Life of a Sinner, Life of a Believer

We rise, we fall, we rise, we fall, we get tired of it all. It's a recurring story that after a while you feel its wise to shut up about it and just see how it goes. This is the story of a sinner, and it's the story of a believer.

Sinner, Believer

I have seen love, I have seen deceit
I have known salvation, I have known defeat
I have been bad, I have been holy
I have been hopeless, I have known His glory

I have had faith, I have been a cynic
I have known disappointment, and in His eyes I've seen it
I have taken it slow, I have been in a hurry
I have realized the debt that was paid in Calvary

I have felt in awe, I have taken it for granted
I have fallen more than once, redemption I have hunted
I have given up, I have given in
I have risen up, then returned to sin

I have known His grace, I have felt His mercy
I have felt His Spirit, in more than passing
And today I have the strength to begin
This journey again, so heaven help me

Terida

So easily I bleed

I believe many times we know the right thing to do and what is good for us. But many times we do not see some things coming, and when the truth is revealed, we know we were lucky to have escape from a bad situation. So what happens when you try to reconcile your head that knows the truth with your heart that was already doing cartwheels at the various prospects that the future holds? Reigning in this renegade heart is like trying to mount a wild horse when you've never ridden in your life. Yes, knowing the truth is one thing, even coming to terms with it isn't half as bad, the challenge is the restoring the mind and heart to its former glory. To before the truth. To before the need to know the truth. Better yet, to even before the encounter with the one who started it all. You really did not need to learn the lesson that you already knew. Learn the lesson yet again...at your expense? Is that really necessary? You feel you didn't need to be reminded of the different kinds of the people in the world. If you did, you would have prefered to read them from a good book, and let the characters in the book be the ones to suffer instead. So OK, now the lesson has been learnt (again). Can't help but wonder why your skin is not yet so thick from the similart past lessons.

So easily I bleed

I'm meant to have the toughest of skin
and the strongest of hearts
To survive original sin
or the slightest of hurts
So hold firm and plunge it in
for to me your knife is blunt
It shouldn't not matter the cut's deep
Because hurt me you can't
and yet look at me
So easily I bleed

I'm meant to know your kind
And through you should see
To you charms be blind
and your clutches be free
In the truth I should find
The comforts to begin
To leave the past behind
and laugh back at the debris
and yet look at me
So easily I bleed

In my life I've tried to prepare
My head and heart to finally meet
For I know life is far from being fair
But many times it's a great feat
In life's game we are different players
And at times I concede defeat
I hold my head up in the air
and it seems hard I've not been hit
and yet look at me
So easily I bleed

Terida