because sometimes this is how I pray

Sometimes when the soul is weary

Im caught in the knowledge Im supposed to fear thee

But then I just go about spending my hours wasting my time

Till the voice and breath of God is released in a rhyme

The soul longs for rest, I cant give it that

My brain, my mind is consumed by the world's math

And Im told that there is a solution breathing deep within the word

And if I come to him and speak, my prayers will personally be heard

But the boy's heart cant bring himself to his knees

Rather seek that peace in the things of me

And sometimes when you are restless the last thing you want to do is to sit and wait

Dont want to sit and wallow in the hate

That is brewing within

Somehow, Im sure, connected to my continuous sins

But the voice of God in conquers straight through

Teaching and preaching in the hearts of me and you

His voice emits from our mouths, from our tongues and our lips

In our actions, our thoughts, into our hands like a gift

But the heart is unsure and the mind wants something else

the heart is directionless and the mind just needs help

But the prayer of God powers through

And in your heart, a new song starts to grew

A love song, about me and you

About the air and the breeze

About how our souls can break free

About the way a man runs across a field

Love expresses itself in the reflection of steel

And I realize, I try to escape the love of God

I try to fight the one that not only created us all

But breathed his life into our souls

So that we can realize that LOVE is our end goal

He shows it through everything

Through the songs we sing

Both in church and at home

In the pews and when we are alone

In the organs and violins

And the hardcore rhymes which helps you feel the sting

And even though we often equate this beauty to the others

Trying to open our eyes is the great heavenly Father

My eyes are closed, my hands stretched out reaching for something new

But I fail to realize you've planted a tree in me that keeps bearing more fruit

Each piece new every day

Each piece rediscovered in a fresh revitalizing way

And hes penetrating through my mind and fingers

Like the holiest and most majestic of singers

But my heart doesn't feel it

Do you understand when I say my soul can't really conceive it?

I know what you are saying to me, trust me

But maybe I am still learning to believe that its good to be free

Trapped in the system of authority

Maybe I've yet to fully understand that all you've ever wanted was me

Maybe my prayer is bittersweet

But maybe right now thats where you want it to be...