Stopping to ask for directions
Sketching with these dirty colors just where I am
Artfully dodging the buzz words
Scoffing at your insinuation
Of just where I am
From where I left to begin this refrain
From where Your mercy and grace remain
From where you sit is it true
It's not that far to You
Feet falling hard on the pavement
Eyes reaching into the distance
Toward empty sunsets
Wouldn't I face the gallows if I return
Or is a man freely pardoned
As I have heard
Precious Jesus
Where can I flee from Your Spirit
You know me too well.
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