 I've got to climb to the top
Never stop til I reach it
Til I feel that I'm good and that I'm in control
Of life and my thought
When I'm not I still preach it
Cause they're all gonna see if I start to fall or lose control
I'm losing control of this
I've been balancing on suspended pianos
And trying to appear composed
It makes the loudest noise when they begin to crash
With eyes on me I force a laugh
You come to me and set me free
Cross my arms across my chest
This is not a gift I can accept
But I appreciate the sentiment
I worked too hard for righteousness
To just lay down while You hand me this
And put my faith in something You call grace
From You
I've been lost inside a cave without a lantern
At every sound I start to run
Feel my way around the dark without a pattern
If I would wait You'd come
To rescue me and show the way
Cross my arms across my chest
This is not a gift I can accept
But I appreciate the sentiment
I worked too hard for righteousness
To just lay down while You hand me this
And put my faith in something You call grace
From You
Son, you're trying to earn
What is far beyond you
Son, you're trying to earn
What is freely given
Every time that you try to just reduce
This to a give and take
You spit in my face
And tell Me that this blood was shed in vain
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