by Caedmon's Call
The grass looked greener on the other side
so I tried to, snatch myself from Your hand.
Caught a boat to anywhere but Nineveh
and, well you know, I got spit back on dry land.
Give me purity and give me continence.
But oh no, not yet.
Like a coin hiding in the corner
trying not to be swept.
And I was trying not to be swept.
Kicking against these goads
sure did cut up my feet,
and didn't Your hands get bloody
as You washed them clean (You washed them!),
Here I am again, back where I began,
try as I may I can't get away from You.
And all of these roads lead me to roam,
bring me back home.
Here I am again, back where I began.
So You have Yourself Your ninety nine (ninety nine),
isn't that enough for You?
Still You followed me to the shadowed valley.
Carried me on Your shoulders too.
I've done the work of Sisyphus,
thinking that I could get over this hill.
But the one thing I can't get over now...(is the)
is the force of Your will.
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