Salvation

I started writing this song my last semester at Belhaven, then finished it in the summer of 1999 when I was living in Lafayette, LA. As far as I can remember, there wasn’t anything in particular that inspired its writing. It is pretty-dang Reformed, as far as songs about this type of thing go.

Salvation

I am a bandit, been reprimanded
But I ain’t one to go and change my ways
Some get to struggle and wrestle with angels
My foe’s been these dark and mute tar baby days.

Watch me unravel, dare me to tangle
You see the plain truth? Well I can twist you blind
I am a marvel. I’ll swallow a camel
And do other feats but I can’t seem to clear my mind

I lift up my limp hands – you take hold with a strong hand
This is salvation, this is salvation
I run with a cruel band – you stretch out your long hand
This is salvation, this is salvation

I hide in a corner, I head for the backdoor
But you say “hey kid, come here and sit with me”
I don’t belong here but you bid me draw near
Taste of the bread, drink of the wine you offer me

I lift up my stained hands -You clean me with kind hands
This is salvation, this is salvation
My protest a weak stand – You feed me with firm hands
This is salvation, this is salvation

Can I ask you a favor? “Kid that’s all you can ask for.
And am I not one to give myself away?”
Sir I started to wonder after all that I’ve asked for
And all that you’ve given I don’t even know your name

Your name is timeless – You met me in a moment
This is salvation, this is salvation
Your name makes a rich man – Of the poor who will own it
This is salvation, this is salvation

Oh I am the outlaw – your are the judge
I’s caught red-handed – yours drip with blood
This is salvation, this is salvation
I am the one should swing from a tree
You’ve robbed me of my penalty
Thank you for hanging there for me
Thank you for hanging there for me
I will hang on your words.

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