Standing On Tiptoes, Hoping I Can See the Ground

Feels like a desert rain, more like a hurricane

Looks like a thorny rose, dressed in God’s own clothes

Echoes of a distant sound, hope a melody is found

Kaleidoscope of views, with no one in the pews

Born to posture, ever changing roster

Striving to succeed, punishment follows good deeds

I pour out my heart, pour out my love

Need a shot of novacaine, to ease the pain

Need a cold heart to heat, finding meaning between the beats

Fighting a resilient rage, trying to turn the page

Searching for sunny days, clouds stay in my way

Overwhelmed, a stunning view, pleasures all too few

I pour out my heart, pour out my love

Need a shot of novacaine, to ease the pain

Need a cold heart to heat, finding meaning between the beats

Addicted to life that’s bitter, sober thoughts of life that’s better

Eyes set on morning after, darkness shrouds future laughter

Standing on tiptoes, hoping I can see the ground

I pour out my heart, pour out my love

Need a shot of novacaine, to ease the pain

Need a cold heart to heat, finding meaning between the beats

Sense a new day is coming, need a new way of thinking

Sense a new hunger for learning, need a new way of teaching

Sense a new redemption, a new way of salvation

I pour out my heart, pour out my love

No need for novacaine, there’s new meaning in the pain

My cold heart heats, my new heart beats

I am done with the chase, unwrapped by the gift of GRACE