This is the first single off of the “Speak Louder With Action” EP. This tracl is produced by Theory Hazit and is mixed/mastered by Mike Mills of Snack Bar Sounds. Lyrics are included below.
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Lyrics:
Windows to the soul can be so cold you see quiet hatred,
Pull up a seat pupils and look into my pupils dilated,
Eyes strain in vain to see in darker conditions,
So I lean on the holy spirit to occupy my vision,
Rarely do you hear truer words that have been spoken,
My back up against the wall but that wall behind me will be broken
A token of my appreciation is the bloody knuckles dripping,
I’ll keep on swinging stinging the opponent while fighting slipping,
My son and daughter are looking up at me their father,
So I can be the example by pointing them to their Author,
Unsure of the next step, will my foot hit the ground?,
When uncertainty starts hurting me God shows me He’s around,
Quiet whispers and steady peace dissolve all doubt,
What abounds is faith like rocks with roots going down,
My strength fails so I’m trying to learn to defeat this,
Reaching for Jesus His strength is perfected in my weakness
Wrap my head around the simplicity of this gospel,
Complexity of eternity burns in me – where my mind cannot go,
Faith is the evidence of things not seen,
So what does time mean and if it’s fleeting, what’s in between?
A vapor (breathe), breath of air (breathe) or one gasp?
Because as times pass what do you make that will last?
In an instant life goes by and there is no second chance,
Each breath is another opportunity to advance,
We are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses,
With this instrument I’m given, let me not dismiss what the Witness says
So I digress, I digest with the reader’s version I’m given,
Eat the word like I’m living off of chewing verbs ad libbing,
Wake up in the morning forcing feet to ground the beginning,
Pave the way for another day bless the Lord I’m living!
I already know that that the mark I carry won’t fit in,
Set apart for the King’s heart not man made, Listen!
So fan the flame that tries to die with gasoline and oxygen,
Coughing out the blackened lungs, clean from water washing them,
breathe river of life like fish swimming in schools no stopping them,
dropping knowledge for picking up, freely given I copy Him,
My King sets the tone like a piano blasted through a megaphone,
In the building, hit the ceiling when we in the zone,
Hoodies up, So cold, No-you need a winter coat,
Jack-it up by breaking Board-om Splintered flow,
You don’t get it though, but the words are there to be studied,
Clearer pictures from scriptures, after mixed with spit and muddied,
Blind eyes come to light, He does it right, oh ever does He!
Even if isolated I know God forever loves me
So now I go through the day with all glory directed upwards,
Choosing words carefully, drop dead weight to pick up verbs,
Do what is costly but takes winged flight like tossing up birds,
The early one catches the worm, don’t sleep so we up first.