11.30.2003
Sometimes I believe all the lies, so I can do the things I should despise, and every day I am swayed by whatever is on my mind. I hear it all depends on my faith, so I'm feeling precarious. The only problem I have with these mysteries, is they're so mysterious. And like a consumer I've been thinking, if I could just get a bit more, more than my 15 minutes of faith, then I'd be secure.
My faith is like shifting sand
Changed by every wave
My faith is like shifting sand
So I stand on grace
I've begged you for some proof for my Thomas eyes to see. A slithering staff, a leperous hand, and lions resting lazily. A glimpse of your back-side glory and this soaked altar going ablaze. But you know I've seen so much I explained it away. Waters rose as my doubts reigned, my sand-castle faith, it slipped away. Found myself standing on your grace, it'd been there all the time.
caedmon's call
Changed by every wave
My faith is like shifting sand
So I stand on grace
I've begged you for some proof for my Thomas eyes to see. A slithering staff, a leperous hand, and lions resting lazily. A glimpse of your back-side glory and this soaked altar going ablaze. But you know I've seen so much I explained it away. Waters rose as my doubts reigned, my sand-castle faith, it slipped away. Found myself standing on your grace, it'd been there all the time.
caedmon's call