raising the dead in me

January 2, 2008 in cool words that aren't mine | No comments

Sometimes when things get hard or stressful, all I want to do is just whinge or complain or sulk… it’s too hard to try and find what God wants to teach me through it. But then I stop and realise that’s such a cop out.

But I want to be one today, centred and true,
So I’m singing, “Spirit, take me up in arms with you.”

You’re raising the dead in me… I am the second man now.

I want to see miracles, see the world change.
I wrestled the angel, for more than a name,
For more than a feeling, for more than a cause.

I’m singing, “Spirit take me up in arms with you!”
And You’re raising the dead in me…

Twenty four voices, with twenty four hearts,
With all of my symphonies, in twenty four parts.

I’m not copping out.