Andrew Christison - FOOLING MYSELF

Everything I hate is commanding my attention
The thing that should be great is commanding my perfection
All thats on my plate, I think I'm lacking comprehension
I think I need to wait for I lose my intentions
My bones crack in the shadow of a new storm
While I'm complaining all day that I'm lukewarm
I won't lie and pretend that I'm wise, surpriser
You just try to tell me that I need an adviser
I don't need him, I don't need her
I like to think that I'm not just a creature, not just a feature
I don't need no teacher
I don't need no preacher
I know the procedure
I know everything that's gonna keep me in good health
I know everything that's gonna keep me in good wealth
I don't need the word put it back on the book shelf
But after it all
I see I'm only fooling myself
The pain in the one hand, promise in the other
The strain, running on sand, honest to a brother
If it isn't unconditional how is it love?
I know it's not traditional so I'll look above
The tension between
Wandering and searching
Pondering and hurting
Honoring and serving
The most glory is found in unexpected places
The best story is found in unexpected graces
It's gotta rain for the seed can grow
To stop the pain you must cede control
Identity's not what I achieve
Identity is what I receive
It doesn't come from my health
It doesn't come from my wealth
No not even myself
There's no escape from the hand I've been dealt
That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt

Written by:
Andrew Christison

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find