Instructions Pending [sean]

…and if you stay, I will lay my life down.
No, I mean it—please get off the overpass.
And if you’ll just believe, we’ll make it last.
But today, the blacksmith left a twisted frown.

Here it is, we’re all suspicion and empty deceit.
This heart always struggles in its’ own unbelief.
And if we read our own instructions, they would read:
“Wash. Rinse. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Repeat…”

…can you feel the weight of something beautiful?
It’s like the room, it fills ‘till we are on our faces.
And here with my hands out, I think I understand.
This moment now is beautiful, it’s beautiful.

Jesus speaks and says He hates what we’ve become,
And points to the nail wounds in His hands and whispers
“I have come that they might have life,” and then I run.
Freedom always begins with my surrender.

…and if you stay, I will lay my life down.
No, I mean it—please get off the overpass.
And if you’ll just believe, we’ll make it last.
And then they twisted thorns into a crown.