I've been here before, ever.

I've been here before.
I know my way around here,
this is nothing new to me,
I've been here before.

I've known no limitations,
I understood the expectation,
the underlying realization that intermission is God's incision
into my heart.

To be set apart from the dance,
It's God's harp that makes this romance,
I leave my life to his hands for this can't -
wait.

Wait.

It is time you learn how to appreciate,
It is time you learn how to lean and trust and not procrastinate,
The time has come to undertake
me
to a new reality.

I've been here before,
I know my way around,
Recognizing this door,
is now God's dance floor.

My heart left me on the stage floor
Soul leaves me bounded, hounded for more
I can not find myself to dismiss this call anymore.
I need freedom, I need it more than before.

Unbound, rebound, inbound
the roar of this hellhound
has been silenced all around.
Now I have found the ink of which I am,
now I have found what's the link in "I am that I am"
because He, is not a man, but God, Fathers right hand.

By His grace, if possible I look to seek your face,
I know I am out of place and it's a difficult case to handle
this ace of spades floating endlessly in unlimited space.

Innate faith that's inadequate and ill-equipped without you
to pull me through from my supposedly excellent shortcomings,
It's your Grace, your gift of love which can only be received
with which in time ongoing eventually is blowing me apart and what is left is new,
a new life from you.