7.
Singed
(Matt.
15:29-39; Mark
Seeds
of bitterness keep running through my head.
I can’t escape the hunger, this feeling I
dread. Sinking deeper
into roots that I
can’t shake.
I can’t give anymore,
I feel it’s all I can take.
Ha-ha! Who you gonna feed with that?
Ha-ha! Who are you looking at?
Break the bread and singe my heart.
Sear my soul lest I forget!
Melt my mind into clarity.
Burn my eyes that I might see. Yeah.
Burn my eyes that I might see.
The
trail is long and tough, this climb will never end.
When every summit reveals another hill to win. Who’s gonna
take me
there to my place of solitude?
Who’s gonna give me
rest and change my attitude?
You
can never give up. You can never give
in.
The
miracle’s done. Now I’m singed. Yeah, now I’m singed…