I was lost, I cannot lie
the day I told my mom goodbye
Then I was found, let the tear drop dry
Cross my heart and hope to die...
My tongue was most angelic as I would speak instead of write
I was a symbol of a cymbal clanging blindly through the night
History repeats itself...repeats...history
I foretold my own future and understood the mystery
I had the knowledge of a faith that could make a mountain move
yet I gave it to the poor, for I had nothing to prove
My body was bruised and I told all of my pain
Once it was all said and done, I had nothing to gain
because I was always in a rush and I was most unkind
I was jealous, bragging, proud...straight out of my mind
There was no honor in my anger as I was seeking only me
Spinning records of wrong songs made me delightfully flee
from the voices rejoicing...their protection I could hear
but I had no trust, no hope...and I could not persevere
I took a deep breath and it was death I had inhaled
The falling had finally fallen, and when I fell...I failed...
I remember that September like yesterday
and the day God took my mother away
There was nothing I could do, there was nothing I could say
and yet I was shown the most excellent way
Forgiven, I was given three gifts from above
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love
But the greatest of these is love...as Christ understands my loss
True love comes not from the heart...it comes from the cross...