The Middle One - The Collection

Walking down the road to Damascus, I call my home

I distract myself with skin and bone when the spirit is alone

You have bought me with a currency that exchanges for the death of me

And I would ever readily go blind again so I can see

The light that shines from your body is not at all too bright for me

But not so dull that I sit in the dark

My sins have come to reconcile, my darkness lays within a pile

You burn it all again with holy water

You change my name to Abraham, the syllables are symbols

That I may never own this land, but I still have a home

And love and joy aren’t far away and though their arrows wounded me

A fall might make me land softly into a bed of grace

Where I return back to the piles of dirt that I came from before it hurt

And wonder how my rib could make her walk

But you have led me through the sea and closed it on my enemies

Yet somehow I can’t find the words to talk

And as I walk, I will see that I was never wandering

My steps will fall in line with something bigger than me

As I grow taller, I grow weaker

The rain will beat my pedals down until I’m stronger