holy hill

down this holy hill you roll
faster, faster as you go
you don’t know why you’re falling from the Lord.
all this fighting seems in vain
even praying is a game
you don’t know why you’re hiding from the Lord.

through this valley you are walking
talking about how you love the darkness
you don’t want to return to the Lord.
into longings so unsure, you
chase after heart break and pleasure
you just can’t see your need for the Lord.

on that holy hill you stood
crying, crying at the foot
of the one who gives life and restores.
now you spit upon his face
rejecting love, mercy and grace
you are screaming “crucify the Lord!”

going back up to the cross
you will understand the cost
the Lord will rejoice when you come back home.
but even as you stand here in
your pain and pride and ignorance
he still loves you and calls you to his throne.
he still wants you and will bring you home.