Thursday, November 4, 2010

The plight of the Byronic Hero

Your persecuted promises can't bear their own weight
And you've eaten the grief of every grievance you've made
Still you will not kneel, you will not yield before Me

I only establish what I mean to keep
You don't belong to anything if you don't belong to Me
And if you won't wake soon then I'll wrestle you in your sleep.

Kneel and be filled
You cannot stand forever in defiance of My will
Fall down, fall down before Me

The ladder of Jacob was put down for you to climb
The self you become must be the self that is Mine
In humility you must be filled or else remain dry

You can't put your trust in your mind as you've done
It's only in Me that the head and heart are one
If you ever figured out this disfigured man then you would die

Kneel and be filled
You cannot stand forever in defiance of My will
Fall down, fall down before Me
You balance before My wrath
My silence answers all the wrongful questions that you ask
Fall down, fall down before Me
Acknowledge your despair
Then can you hope for resurrection and repair
Fall down. Fall down before Me.

With appropriate credit to Soren, Andrew Murry, and Mumford&Sons (for the tune)

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