Why,
for what do we strive that will bring,
bring us closer
No human deed will show us approved
For two thousand years we've chocked on our efforts
Only to lay down and die
Things change
And things stay the same
Through all these trials
I cannot compose myself
Till there is a time
That no heaviness
Fills my heart
I cannot compose myself
So in all this there must arise a plan
A strategy to subdue the schemes
For generation upon generation God retained a silence
That shattered the hears of men
And for a season, all else, all else failed
Because I'm different
There is no other name
Given among men whereby
They might be saved in all these years
When men crawled the earth
Choking on his tears
No composure nor completion reigned
No self-righteous cleansing
Leaning on the strength of self or another man
No human effort can bring holiness
Or even the strength to stand
There is no explanation for this reasoning
The only thing in life that is constant is Jesus.
