Brother please forgive me
for I know not what I do
The things I ought
just seem to haunt
I do the things
that I don't really want to
You seem to have it all together
I know that's just the pot
calling the kettle white
My heart gets cracked and hard
like the dust from which it came
Nothin' grows
in a dry furrow
I cut you down
before I even see you
You seem to float like life is light as a feather
I know that's just a weight
to sink us both
I got a friend in Jesus
and I know He's your man
He built a bridge between us
I burnt it a bit
I didn't really mean to
He said to love your neighbor
And I know who that means, too
He dug a quiet harbor
I'm glad it's you
Would you let me be one too
I'll see you rise just like mist on the water
I know that's something I'd
like to do with you
Copyright Mitch Murphy
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