Walking that tight rope
Giving you all my hope,
Talking like I was walking
Like I never had a home.
Your love was mobile,
That house was unstable,
Bad was the furniture,
Better was our future.
I learned how to fear because
Of you . I learned how to
Hide and never ask why .
I was in love with the sensation
I so hated all the hesitation.
Now I am older, a little wiser ,
A lot louder now.
I’ll remember that tightrope,
That walk alone,
That long hallway called
The safety zone.
The faces stayed the same,
The leader in me was not tame.
I did not accept that I would
Ever stay the same.
I remember seeing you back there,
Standing alone twirling your hair.
I remember those eyes,
They were closed for a while,
They weren’t open with that smile.
I thought worship was a place you
Made, and the place you stayed.
I used to think I never did ask those
Hard questions, like why did I stay so
Long, and why did I cry when it was
I got the feeling like I made your
Prophecy come true,
Like it never was about anything
I needed to do.
It felt like nothing was affordable,
Like poverty was worship,
Like works was Sonship.
It felt like nothing was sensible,
Not even a little Friday night with
You, a little love for two, a little mystery
I wanted to keep about you..
I wish someone would have taught
Me, this love was portable,
This grace was never affordable.
This Gospel was never comfortable.
I walked all those tightropes
And I did it for you.
So why is risk never the
First clue, all my choices
Have been because of you