sunday worship

This song keeps pushing its way into my mind and I love the acoustic version of it, for the quality and for the nostalgia it brings from listening to the Jars accoustic version of Flood over and over and over in early high school. On a deeper level, I connect with the lyrics because so many times I feel this way, like one part of me is pulling closer and one part of me is pushing away. Maybe that will always be part of our struggle on earth but with grace, we can raise both hands and worship despite the pull.

Jars of Clay, 2 Hands
I’ve been living out of sanity
I’ve been splitting hairs and blurring lines
I am a house that is divided
In my heart and in my mind

Chorus*
*I use one hand to pull you closer
The other to push you away
If I had two hands doing the same thing
Lifted high, lifted high*

I have a broken disposition
I’m a liar who thirsts for the truth
And while I ache for faith to hold me
I need to feel the scars and see the proof

And if we just keep digging we can reach the foundation
Of our souls
And if we just keep cutting all the chains from our hearts
We’ll lose control

And it feels like giving in
It feels like starting over
It feels like waking up, and you know it’s coming
It feels like a brand new day
Open your eyes

Lifted high,
Lifted high,