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The Interrogation (FROM THE ALBUM DARQ)
Falling on the sword
I plead a former ignorance
Seeking restitution after the integrity of my heart
What deliberation finds me fallible beyond the means to repent?
In states of bewitched confusion
I live with bets placed on hopes confession
Yet wrestle in my heart with the condemnation of a thoughts obsession
Speaking an idle word to face a disenchanted fear
Foolish as I was to utter what in mind my spirit grieved could hear
Yet I would not that my conscience would go numb and thusly sear
When called up on my last day oh Lord where will I appear?
Is to have known still to know?
Praying love goes beyond a memory
Yet impossible as it were
Should apostasy conceive
When hearts betrothed to their committed sins deny and lose the will to believe
Deconstructing to restructure the many false doctrines that arise
As false prophets turn profits off of the book they read through the lens of their own lies
So quick to assume that another’s perspective is in error
Blind to our own logs lodged in a splinter sighting eye
Surely we are only but accountable to what we know
Yet even so let silence tell true lest we speak and die
Oh vanity our works when we call You Lord and find validation through another’s miracle
When we are but vessels as conduits of grace
But the convictions we live are the evidence of whether we truly know You
After the hand of providence or to see You face to face
Still even so beyond an act
You weigh the heart behind the scenes of the behavior
Not of dead works done of our own will but by grace the living works of a Savior
Nevertheless on which side of the pendulum undulating back and forth do I fall
Prey to the image of a snake or an identity taking shape in accordance with the Father’s call?
Face to face with myself
When I am my own accuser and my incarcerated heart begs to self acquit
God only knows His judgements when the jury of self preservation is bought on well being
To what extent do we know truth or else are varying degrees of counterfeit?
Oh wickedness of my own way
Interrogated of consciences plea to purge
Let me not be a slave to carnal impulse
Am I the little one stumbling or the offender?
Laying claims to mercy to displace millstone sentencing
I rend my heart and pray that You’d be my defender
That I would not fall away and put You to an open shame
As if to crucify You again and blaspheme Your holy name
How grievous my sins unspoken
Wretched and deserving
How severe Your wrath
Yet even so how much more severe Your love
My heart taught to fear and evermore find true hope amid the aftermath…
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