Receiving satellites
I am grace, definedBut I swear I won't fall away from grace.
The sky is burning, and I am lost.
Just keep me close to you, and I swear I won't stray.
Slowly doubt anchors my mind my conscience is lost,
as I'm falling further away from you.
Slowly doubt anchors my heart your voice is gone,
as I'm falling further away from you..
I'll compromise
I'm receiving signs from satellites,
they'll be my guide so I won't stray away.
Tell me when I'm at the line that meets the loss,
tell me when I've gone too far,
I won't stray away.
Hold me now, I'm slowly withering away
I am lost, when will I find my way home
Just help me pull it together, Lord, this is all I ask
Give me the strength to break away.
Oh I can hardly breath now (Don't give up on me just yet)
It seems I'm losing strength (Don't give up on me just yet)
I am lost when will I be found? (Don't give up on me just yet)
As I look towards a new direction,
as we have many times before.
I know we can't go wrong,
just look me in the eye
and tell me where to go
My heart, my hands (I know at times I just feel the need to run away)
have been surrendered to you. (but I'm receiving satellites to ensure I will stay)
And I trust the decisions I've made, (just tell me when to cross the line, the line that meets the loss)
But my doubts are slowly beginning to rise, (I know at times I just feel the need to run away)
and I ask that you lead me to your grace. but I'm receiving satellites to ensure I will stay)