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letra de coming home - zae da blacksmith

[hook: tony of hazakim]
yeah
in need of your forgiveness ’cause i’m far away
i’m distant and i’m trippin’ like a holiday
but i ain’t celebratin’, and i know that you’re waitin’
but i’m feelin’ dirty so i’m hesitatin’ but
there’s nothing here but death, time to run along
lord i’m comin’ home, lord i’m comin’ home
please pull open the gates in your mercy
clean me up and render me pure, i’m unworthy

[verse 1: zae da blacksmith]
lord, i’m in need of your kindness, it seems i’m not heeding your guidance
i wanna be like one who would bleed for his king and highness
but i’m barely making time to take in the mind of christus
yet i’m steady on the grind and being an advocate of scripture, lord
i don’t wanna be no hypocritical christian
whether somebody sees it or there’s no inner weakness
that i admit, the diss is the terrible sickness
that’ll get me in the scripts ’til i submit in repentance

what is this quenching of the spirit you sent us
when you’ve made us friends with the one who gives us entrance
what kind of way to thank the lord do i respond with
i used to fast and pray a whole lot more when you first called me
it’s like i’m serving over here and serving there
and without me being aware, i start to fear, it’s so severe
it’s clear that i had my share of worshiping idols, i’m here lord
and now i’m aware that i’m needing revival

[verse 2: zae da blacksmith]
i’m grinding every day and i forget to get away
be still and pray and make my way
across the [?] to where there’s grace for me today
disgracefully display indifference for his word and all his wisdom
how can i obey when i clearly display that i can’t listen
i’m tripping, i resist when i insist that i’m okay
i must have missed it in the scripts where jesus slipped to get away
and took a break to seek the father’s face, yet i’m so inconsistent
’cause if it’s not walking in his steps, then what else is a christian

i confess that i’m a poor reflection, not much of a witness
lord i’m asking you to step into this mess, i cannot fix it
if you don’t give me strength i’ll never find a way to make it straight
i know i can’t delay to procrastinate, like maybe later
feel like i’m suffocating and i hate feeling the victim
help me read and meditate on christ, who reigns as king and victor
hit the scriptures with intent to make my heart his dwelling place
i confess and i repent, just help me to be still and pray

- zae da blacksmith

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