Forgiven ft. Alan Lastufka

I lit a candle and placed it upon the stage
in front of rows of picket fences and graves
I traveled through valleys of pews
and saw the don’t’s and the do’s
through sky blue eyes

I dropped to my knees
folded hands, scolded hands
And I tried to part the seas
and cross the sands, burning sands
in my hair and in my eyes
and in my heart and in my head
I stop to shake it off and only hope
that when I’m dead I’ll be forgiven

I saw the eternal flame fire
burn through the forest choir
and I listened to the cries
through burning ears and burning eyes
like a tolling bell at noon

I dropped to my knees
folded hands, scolded hands
And I tried to part the seas
and cross the sands, burning sands
And you were always there for me
as I was always told
all that I could hope for was one day
when I was old I’d be forgiven

the day my boots lead me to the place where I hide
nearly drowned, committing social suicide
lost in the willows weeping
lost in His book and His vague teaching
my blood and body blurred the words

I dropped to my knees
folded hands, scolded hands
And I tried to part the seas
and cross the sands, burning sands
And as the ink ran down the page
I had to run away
I’ve not looked back since then and
I’ve done nothing to this day to be forgiven.