Calloused Hands
He's crazy, she's crazy, I'm crazy, we're all crazy
We are crazed on the things that seem to matter the most
They take our attention the good and the worst
What will you choose? Fact or fiction?
The red pill or the blue pill? Both or neither? Are those even options?
Can we choose bad when we choose good? Vise versa?
It's a matrix we are living in
This isn't our beginning nor our final destination
It started with love and it will end with love
Love doesn't judge, it's accepting of everyone
Evil will try and try again,
But we know in the end who'll win
Love will win
From the beginning to the end
Love looks through yet within
Love to serve yourself and your friend
Balance is key now where do we begin?
It's a very good question, I do not know where to start,
But if I think for a moment there'll be a spark
It takes one step, one after the other
Falling perfectly in order
Precision is key with a mind of clarity
Don't let the winds of the devil blow you over
Jesus is the one spotting us
Making sure we don't fall and break apart
Sometimes we try to be too hasty
We lose patience with Jesus and we go ahead with pride
We know pride precedes the fall and usually doesn't end very well
We get beaten and bruised and think we are forgotten
Jesus is our great physician
He's trained, wise, and in fact perfect
He knows what to say, he knows what to do
He'll always be the one to even carry you
Sometimes life breaks us from the very beginning
In the middle, or what we think is the ending
This life didn't begin at this balancing beam
We understood, we knew, it wouldn't be easy
It's worth it they say, it is worth it indeed
To know we are one big happy family
Deep down I say happy, that is a cliche
I'm aware of the disappointments, failure, and pain
Beyond this battleground, beyond the ropes
Jesus is the one who is cheering us on
Through the dark tunnel to something brighter
Eternal life is what we need to aim for
Beyond the grave there is something more
If you think there is no hope, the grave's the end
Just remember the one who is your true friend
A true friend wouldn't let you go through trials for nothing
Some say a friend wouldn't give you trials at all
But I think Heavenly Father wants us to learn
We wouldn't know joy without sorrow
I'm grateful for my trials
I'm grateful for my friends
I'm grateful for the ones who curse me and abuse me
That's crazy talk some may say,
But I know there's relief beyond the pain
Heavenly Father is preparing our mansions up above
It just depends on if we want them or not
If you believe death is the end
Then you will find that it is for you
Those that murder physically and emotionally
They'll have their reward
What you sow is what you'll reap
It's up to you if you will eat
Eat the bad or the good
One will see you alive or dead
Life is for those that eat the good
Some may try to steal,
But the reward began when it was sowed
For without the sowing nothing would grow
So the loyal get to it, behind the plow
It's important that they never look back
For the owner of the vineyard will be aware
Of those that sweat with calloused hands.