The Klutzy Song

I finished a song today and being "praise day" or "singing religious songs day" I thought I'd unleash the words to the world.

The Klutzy Song

raised by a people who believed they were strong
taught that security meant I belonged
the price of admission was always too high
the demand that I make something of my life

outwardly failed in so many ways
inwardly struggling to see better days
the people around me can't see past their pain
cry out like drowning to be saved again

why is it they think I'm responsible
that I know what's up and can settled their scores
I'm only human exactly like them
just a jacked up tool in a perfect plan

You, you want me
Lord, you want me
klutzy and needy though I am
you want me

in this quiet place I stand though I know
storms are ahead and there's one way to go
struggles all ahead pain's in the past
I'm not giving up til we meet at last

You, you want me
Lord, you want me
klutzy and needy though I am
you want me.

Old Tree

 a song of the cross

Old tree standing on the hill
blood soaked roots that rise to kill
there hangs the fruit of man’s pain
on the old tree sanding on the hill

With this tree I will build a door
to a house with healing in its floor
there remain the broken now made whole
and no latch shall be fit to this door

I am the ax that’ll fell this tree
and all of the earth will pass over me
yet I’ll rise again to open the door
made of the old tree on the hill

Victory to the vulnerable, victory to the saints
step on the healing dance in his grace
for the torture had become our gate
and the bloody roots a sign post to the way