Maybe The Limbs Of A Broken Tree Will Heal Themselves In Time
Or Maybe The Limbs From That Broken Tree Will Petrify...
Hard As Stone
As I Peel Back The Layers I Find Thing I Never Knew Were There
And As I Listen To My Prayers I Hear Myself Confused And Scared
This Broken Tree Feels Like It's Part Of Me Somehow Controlling
My Destiny
Has The Seed Of A Broken Promise Decided What I Will Be?
And I, Left To Myself Can Only Hope To Survive
And I, Left To Myself Can Only Slowly Die
How Long Will I Drift? Would I Not Know The Difference?
Have I Weathered So Long That I've Been Shaped By This Ocean?
Will The Legacy Live On In Me? Life Father, Like Son?
I Don't Believe That What I Am Is Determined By What
Precedes Me
And Now I Have To Realize The Past Is Not My Future
And In Christ I'm A Brand New Creature
And I, Left To Myself Can Only Hope To Survive
And I, Left To Myself Can Only Slowly Die
But Given Grace I Know I Can
Given Grace I Can Learn To Forgive
In The Face Of All Of This
Given Grace I Can Truly Live