Bearing Witness - David Bazan

I clung to miracles I have not seen

From ancient autographs I cannot read

And though I’ve repented

I’m still tempted, I admit

But it’s not what bearing witness is

Too full of prophecy and fear to see

The revelation right in front of me

So sick and tired of trying to make the pieces fit

Because it’s not what bearing witness is

When the gap between

What I hoped would be

And what is makes me weep for my kids

I take a cleansing breath

And make a positive confession

But is that what bearing witness is

Though it may alienate your family

And blur the lines of your identity

Let go of what you know

And honor what exists

Son, that’s what bearing witness is

Daughter, that’s what bearing witness is