jars.

by alittlelove

I’ve been living out of sanityI’ve been splitting hairs and blurring lines

I am a house that is divided

In my heart and in my mind

I use one hand to pull closer
The other to push you away
If I had two hands doing the same thing
Lifted high, lifted high

I have a broken disposition
I’m a liar who thirsts for the truth
And while I ache for faith to hold me
I need to feel the scars and see the proof

And if we just keep digging we can reach the foundation
Of our souls
And if we just keep cutting all the chains from our hearts
We’ll lose control

And it feels like giving inIt feels like starting over

It feels like waking up, and you know it’s coming

It feels like a brand new day

Open your eyes

{Two Hands:Jars of Clay}

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