Maybe the limbs of a broken tree will heal themselves in time Or maybe the limbs from that broken tree will petrify Hard as stone
As I peel back the layers I find things I never knew were there And as I listen to my prayers I hear myself confused and scared This broken tree feels like it's part of me Somehow controlling my destiny Has the seed of a broken promise decided what I will be?
And I left to myself can only hope to survive And I left to myself can only slowly die
How long will I drift? Would I not know the difference? Have I weathered so long that I've been shaped by this ocean? Will the legacy live on in me like father, like son? I don't believe that what I am is determined by what precedes me And now I have to realize that the past is not my future And in Christ I'm a brand new creature
And I left to myself can only hope to survive And I left to myself can only slowly die But given grace I know I can Given grace I can learn to forgive In the face of all of this Given grace I can truly liveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
