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Him and the Wretch
04:33
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All of my blessings and nothing to bring you
All of my gifts and yet nothing to give
I know that i'm called father that's not the issue
But I'll cry on my knees till' the work comes in
Here's to each scar that I left on my savior
Here's to each demon I can't seem to kill
Here's one more chance for my faith to find failure
Father, I'd say that I won't let you down but I will
Licking your blood from my hands
Just like the wretch that I am
Lord my faith is skin and bone
White lies in suicide notes
What a feeble farewell
To die to myself
Lord give me the strength to let go
All of my agony is all I can offer
Laid at your feet with my sin and my spit
Bathing my knees in your blood on this altar
But give me a day, and we'll be here again
Well I wish I had anything more
But all of my nothing is yours
Lord my faith is skin and bone
White lies in suicide notes
What a feeble farewell
To die to myself
Lord give me the strength to let go
Lord I'm nothing I know
But I can't kill death on my own
So as weak as I am
My life's in your hands
Lord give me the strength to let go
Lord I'm bowed and I've been so for ages
No greater burden on grace could I be
How I hate that I still find you patient
How I hate that I find that you'll still love a wretch such as me
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Father I'm clay in your hands
Salt on the sad
Blood on the hands of the guilty
But father I don't understand
You call me your friend
But all I demand is you kill me
Well here come more pitiful words
Blood on my shirt
Knees to the dirt in devotion
I'm hardpressed to call it my curse
Foreknown from birth
But lord, does it hurt to be hopeless
And how could you forgive my flaws
And all of the harm that they've caused
Father I promise I'll try
But I'd still rather die than go on
Cause they say that I've grown but I haven't grown enough
But I've grown as white as these pills I've been throwing up
What good's a reason to live
If I'll just want to die?
Well father I'm guilty again
I know that It's sin
I know that you know that I'm broken
But Father, I sin just to live
So what's to forgive
Choking down this ibuprofen
Well they say that I'm just a kid
Who needs to learn when to give up
But if they saw the scars on my wrists
Then they'd know that's just what I've done
Cause they say that I've grown but I haven't grown enough
But I've grown as white as these pills I've been throwing up
What good's a reason to live
If I'll just want to die?
So is it my heart I've despised
Or just who's inside
I don't know
Cause you say you'll use all these failures of mine
But you're wasting your time
God I know
And I'm sure you've got plans for my life
You've kept me alive for this long
But I'll never know why
Cause they say that I've grown but I haven't grown enough
But I've grown as white as these pills I've been throwing up
What good's a reason to live
If I'll just...
How could you love me like this?
With no reason why
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Rags
02:23
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All that I am is your demand, Lord I know
But I'm hiding my heart in these better man's clothes
Hiding my worst with what worth I could bring
But I'm just a dog with a bird in my teeth
And why, though I'm hopeless, you're holding to me?
I don't know.
So stumble on home from the whorehouse again
High and fat off the faith of better men
Meaning in mercy till' death will I cling
But worth in the worthless is so hard to see
If broken before you is the best I can be
In the end
Stop my heart, it played it's part, but let it go
I can't pay half of the work that you're owed
And my lungs burn breath
For all of the worthlessness, earning my death
When all that I am
Ain't enough
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Well I'm supposed to walk on water
But my ankles seem so wet
God I'm sinking in this altar, of my sin and my regret
And if your blood is still upon me
Then it's mixed into the sweat
Dripping on this, chapel floor again
My eyes are red and swollen
My debt of faith has come due
But here I'm standing on the righteousness
I've squandered in my youth
I hate the man it's made me
But my pitying is through
God, I'm putting all of it on you
Well it's strange to feel these bruises
Pain the knees on which I've knelt
It's bittersweet to feel the aches
I always should have felt
I've sworn I'm suicidal
But today I die to self
Crucify my flesh and failure, till' the cross he bore is one we share
And now there is more than teardrops
Left puddled on this floor
As skin and scales are peeling
From these eyes I've claimed were yours
And God, I'm so unworthy
Just like I was before
But whatever of my life that is left is yours.
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Daniel Horton Asheville, North Carolina
Hailing from the Appalachian Countryside of North Carolina, Daniel Horton writes music as heartfelt prayers, combining his personal struggle, devout faith, and musings about the modern world into somber yet beautiful Indie Folk music. His sound consists of a mixture of Indie, Folk, and Lofi, presented with warm acoustics and a thick, melancholic atmosphere. ... more
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