and the Truth will set you free.

You remember me
before I learned to run
At the kissing tree
before I learned my guns
We were 17
17 years young
I am still running
I am still running


I had no idea the pain would be this strong
I had no idea the fight would last this long
In my darkest fears the rights become the wrongs
I am still running, I am still running I am still running I am still running

Build me a home
inside your scars
Build me a home
Inside your song
Build me a home
inside your open arms
The only place I ever will belong

I am still running
I am still running
I am still running
I am still running
Build me a home
inside your scars
Build me a home
Inside your song
Build me a home
inside your open arms
The only place I ever will belong
The only place I ever will belong
inside your open arms
The only place I ever will belong


Last night I heard Andy Stanley say that when God hits you with truth, it's like the most bright, blinding light you've ever seen. You're squinting, straining, and want to turn your head away to the darkness to which you've already been adjusted to. To the God you've manufactured and are safe with. But if you take the time to keep your head inclined to the light, your eyes will eventually adjust to the Truth that is the Almighty, and you will ultimately be set free because of this Truth. But only if you take that truth seriously. Many times we ignore it. We ignore grace. And it's slapping us in the face. And we keep slapping back with our dirty ignorance.


And this song is bringing me to tears...

Do you remember when
You were way back then
You held the world inside your hands
When you told me love
Was the strongest stuff
Your strength was innocence

But, oh man
The signs of the times are omens
You're starting the day in
No man's land again

Who are you gonna be?
When you're on your knees, who do you believe?
Fear is a lonely man
You've been given innocence
You've been given innocence again

You should know by now
That your darkest hour
Is when your broken heart goes down
It's a bitter end
When the sweet begins
Grace is sufficiency

But, oh dear, we'll never deserve it
No dear, we never could earn it
Now, here, the choice is yours

Grace is high and low
Grace is high and low
Grace is high and low
We'll never be the same



"I Am Still Running" by Jon Foreman
"Innocence Again" by Switchfoot respectively