Too many lectures that read not actions, but captions
I've learned the apathy of the generations
Deep rooted spectators, we just don't know our jobs, so
Let's lay all our nets and scream,
"We were made to see things unseen."
I feel the weight on my heals right through my sandals
Chains cast the shadow for shade. The truth is I’m useless
I’m having trouble enough trying to handle
This call to arms when my arms are so thin. Then again…
Our grace in this dance holds poise
Grace is not of ourselves, rejoice
in our song as we
Lay down all our nets and scream,
“We were made to see things unseen.”
Lay me down, I will stay right where you want me to
Pick me up, and I will go. Oh Lord, you know I’ll go
Break me to the ground so I’ll be face to face with all the one’s that I’ve
Stepped on, passed by
Missed their mute cries
Come on people, we have eyes to dry
This is the call for disciples nets to fall down
This is the broken up soil, its time to seed it
This is the call for disciples nets to fall down
This is a vein full of love, its time to bleed it
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