Musings on Mary
I finally got the new CD I wanted, an old Christian artist I used to listen to when I was first designing Mary. I lost it years ago, and I finally got to hear it again, and I'm slowly finding that core to the girl I've been searching for. I forgot how deeply rooted Mary is in christianity and her faith.
A cloud without color cloaks the dawn
As I cling to my earnest resolve
With faltering footsteps yet fire in my heart
I fight to stand up when I fall
Though the drone of defeat drums a deafening roar
And mocks each advance that I make
I refuse to retire or relinquish my hold
On the righteousness I undertake.
I'm a pilgrim of heaven...this world's not my own
I may walk by myself, but I'm never alone...
No place to lay my head
Like my Lord who came before
Though the birds have their nest
I have nowhere to rest
And there is no place to lay my head
The struggle is sweetness and the pleasure the pain
As I walk where the Savior has been
Adversity howls down the mountains I climb
With the fury of Golgotha's wind
The rendering of pride is the sword in my side
And surrender the nails in my hands
Down my own way of sorrows I carry my cross
On a journey that's just as he planned.
Bearing scars of my master's, my heart's near his own,
I may die by myself but I'm never alone...
No place to lay my head
Like my Lord who came before
Though the birds have their nest
I have nowhere to rest
And there is no place to lay my head
The profound sadness behind Mary, the struggle towards redemption and forgiveness is something that is definately not 'emo'. I need to remember that aspect dearly.
A cloud without color cloaks the dawn
As I cling to my earnest resolve
With faltering footsteps yet fire in my heart
I fight to stand up when I fall
Though the drone of defeat drums a deafening roar
And mocks each advance that I make
I refuse to retire or relinquish my hold
On the righteousness I undertake.
I'm a pilgrim of heaven...this world's not my own
I may walk by myself, but I'm never alone...
No place to lay my head
Like my Lord who came before
Though the birds have their nest
I have nowhere to rest
And there is no place to lay my head
The struggle is sweetness and the pleasure the pain
As I walk where the Savior has been
Adversity howls down the mountains I climb
With the fury of Golgotha's wind
The rendering of pride is the sword in my side
And surrender the nails in my hands
Down my own way of sorrows I carry my cross
On a journey that's just as he planned.
Bearing scars of my master's, my heart's near his own,
I may die by myself but I'm never alone...
No place to lay my head
Like my Lord who came before
Though the birds have their nest
I have nowhere to rest
And there is no place to lay my head
The profound sadness behind Mary, the struggle towards redemption and forgiveness is something that is definately not 'emo'. I need to remember that aspect dearly.