Jonathan Solomon - Lenses

You're running, running from beauty, Who told you, you'd be better alone
You're running, running from beauty, Who told you, you'd be better alone
Can he, can he make beauty Though you feel you'd be better alone
Can he, can he make beauty Though you feel you'd be better alone
He is, he is the beauty And he can make it better alone
I apologize if you haven't seen it, I apologize if it's hard to believe it
But I promise you're not better alone
Because he gives, he gives us beauty, Through those
I'm disillusioned
One of the great privileges that comes under the new covenant because of the gospel of Jesus
Is the family that we are given, the people that we are joined with
Our partners in this journey as we wait for that day to draw near
The day when Christ will come back for his bride
Um, can I tell you where I got my glasses
Lenses came from lots of tragic ways I start to see the world that followed me into the church
The wrongful thinking did inhabit
All my mind and here's the kicker
Third grade's where the issue started
Sounds flimsy but it gets thicker
I met my first best friend that young
Thought about him like a brother
Intimate and innocent
Saw his mother like my mother
We were glad to claim each other
Emotions we had didn't fade
So imagine my confusion the day he had to move away
It's not his fault he had to go
But that day I learned all I know
People get close then just bounce
That feeling stayed with me and always has been heavy to renounce
So I built up some walls inside
Swore I'd never need nobody From that day until I died
So when I came to know the Lord I fought to hold on to my pride
I didn't want the saints to ever be a reason why I cried
Why I got upset or why I felt anything I ain't want
So I found ways to show enough to get by and leave up that front
I thought it was to self-protect I thought it helped me persevere
To love is okay but to need is everything I've always feared
But recently the Lord pulled me aside and said, son, listen here
You put up walls to keep them out
But it stops me from getting near
Please read my early church and see how they shared everything they had
How they relied upon each other and how it made their spirits glad
And how I made you all that way
To show how much you need my hand
And when you keep my saints at bay
You prove that you don't understand
My children are my family
And you're included in that wave
I gave them for your sanity
And if you run away
It's only due to pain or vanity
So please walk down this road I paved
Don't let your pain narrate the story
Don't run from all the ones I gave

Written by:
Jonathan Solomon

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