You've been waiting here for me,
though te don't push me at all.
te know exactly what I need.
But te won't shove it down my throat.
You've been on my mind all giorno long.
I pretend You're not even there,
because I know my thoughts are wrong.
But I'll just keep pretending anyway.
When I finally call out to You
te come and tell me everything's okay.
te take time to make me new
though te know I'll just push te away.
I doubt I'll ever learn
This world's too big for me on my own.
Each time I try I just get burned.
But You're the One who will heal my wounds.
Just stop answering my calls
so that I will fall on my face.
So I can't get through it all
and I'll cry out for Your Grace.
So that I feel like You're gone
and You're never coming back.
So I'll know that I'm wrong
and beg for te to come back.
I can't keep hurting te like this
but I just can't stop myself from leaving.
Would te grant this one wish
and give me the strength to keep believing.
If I don't deserve You
why are te the one to come to me first?
You've been there forever
since the moment of my birth.
But I went down the wrong way
and now just can't seem to adjust.
I'm shattered with dismay
and don't know who to trust.
I tell te I'm sorry again and again
But then I turn back around and do it again.
te know I'm lying when I tell te I'll stay
But then te Amore me anyway.
Are te as tired of me as I am of myself?
o do te Amore me as much as everyone else?
Do te know in fact You're wrong
for loving someone whose already gone.
I need You, I need You.
But again I'll leave You.
Just turn away from me
and don't ever look back....
He coaxes me in with His tender voice.
His arms outstretched to capture me again.
Ready to catch me when I fall,
like a newborn child learning to walk.
I take one step further, closer to Him.
I tremble but He smiles as big as He could.
He says, "Come on, child. You're doing so good.
You're almost there."
though te don't push me at all.
te know exactly what I need.
But te won't shove it down my throat.
You've been on my mind all giorno long.
I pretend You're not even there,
because I know my thoughts are wrong.
But I'll just keep pretending anyway.
When I finally call out to You
te come and tell me everything's okay.
te take time to make me new
though te know I'll just push te away.
I doubt I'll ever learn
This world's too big for me on my own.
Each time I try I just get burned.
But You're the One who will heal my wounds.
Just stop answering my calls
so that I will fall on my face.
So I can't get through it all
and I'll cry out for Your Grace.
So that I feel like You're gone
and You're never coming back.
So I'll know that I'm wrong
and beg for te to come back.
I can't keep hurting te like this
but I just can't stop myself from leaving.
Would te grant this one wish
and give me the strength to keep believing.
If I don't deserve You
why are te the one to come to me first?
You've been there forever
since the moment of my birth.
But I went down the wrong way
and now just can't seem to adjust.
I'm shattered with dismay
and don't know who to trust.
I tell te I'm sorry again and again
But then I turn back around and do it again.
te know I'm lying when I tell te I'll stay
But then te Amore me anyway.
Are te as tired of me as I am of myself?
o do te Amore me as much as everyone else?
Do te know in fact You're wrong
for loving someone whose already gone.
I need You, I need You.
But again I'll leave You.
Just turn away from me
and don't ever look back....
He coaxes me in with His tender voice.
His arms outstretched to capture me again.
Ready to catch me when I fall,
like a newborn child learning to walk.
I take one step further, closer to Him.
I tremble but He smiles as big as He could.
He says, "Come on, child. You're doing so good.
You're almost there."
I am not God, so I can't say 100% no. However, it is wrong and God looks at all wrongs the same. God loves us all the same no matter the race, the age, the gender, christian o non-christian, the murderer, the abused, abuser, person who makes excuses, the liar, the hungry, etc. No matter how many wrongs you've done. There's no such thing as," Ive done too much. commento and I'll answer domande as best I can. I might not know all the risposte but I can find them out and get back to you. I ask that te make this a challenge for me so I can learn too.
No one sits with him he doesnt fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Coz te want to belong do te go along?
Coz his pain is the price paid for te to belong
Its not like te hate him o want him to die
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
o he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Only kindness from te might have saved his life
No one talks to her she feels so alone
shes in too much pain to survive on her own
the hurt she cant handle overflows to a knife
she writes on her arm wants to give up her life
each giorno she goes is a giorno that she is Ribelle - The Brave
fighting the lie that giving up is the way
each moment of courage her own life she saves
when she throws the pills out a hero is made
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Coz te want to belong do te go along?
Coz his pain is the price paid for te to belong
Its not like te hate him o want him to die
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
o he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Only kindness from te might have saved his life
No one talks to her she feels so alone
shes in too much pain to survive on her own
the hurt she cant handle overflows to a knife
she writes on her arm wants to give up her life
each giorno she goes is a giorno that she is Ribelle - The Brave
fighting the lie that giving up is the way
each moment of courage her own life she saves
when she throws the pills out a hero is made