~In His Name, We Pray~
One door closed, ten more newly open
This feeling exposed, and no I’m not broken
Maybe I’m just trying to reopen, old ways, old doors
Yet I know it will only get me to my deepest floors
Maybe this is not what I’ve chosen
But it’s surely what is written
And to Him, who has written,
I shall listen.
Because he gave me wings, and he gave me life
I have found my wings, so now I will fly
But I also have anchors, to keep me on ground
To bring me back when I get too high
And so I will never live in a lie.
Because reality, reality always hits.
Then you feel your dream that slips
And you feel like you’re unbound
You see, it may slip, but never underground
He doesn’t want your suffering, he wants you to enjoy this bliss
So if he ever lets your dream slip, it’s because he was preparing your real fits.
And reality is not always for the bad scripts.
They may say those are only myths, but they are not only myths
This is when reality hits,
When beautiful reality hits,
This is when he will bind himself to you
This is when you will finally be found.
~In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit~