happy, sad.
On the day I found my name
The garden lost its picture frame.
Having traded sin for shame
I wondered, where my chains had gone?
freedom, bondage.
At the time my faith had soared
Calling Jesus Christ my Lord..
What if perfect church is bored?
Can I keep my curtains drawn?
civilized, savage.
Without water, muck or mire,
Where will I be sold for hire?
What if pain is my desire?
Can I now undo the dawn?
beautiful, bad.
What about my lonely Me?
Who will keep him company?
Will My captain rule the sea?
Will the Lord take care of me?
faith, fear.