I need to be reminded of who I was
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When I took my first steps out the door
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All I said now follows me around
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I'm reminded I'm not like that anymore
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I uprooted and miles behind me
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Are the faces and the home I love
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You've brought to my attention
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I'm slowly changing and becoming
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What I wanted to stop
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Isn't that just like a finite mind
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Setting out with such righteous indignation
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But now I'm at your feet
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Could you look at me with some imagination
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The bush before me, I slip my sandals off
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I only stopped to look
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In the depths of the sea, in the midst of a great storm
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I run, I run from you
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Isn't that just like a finite mind
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Setting out with such righteous indignation
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But now I'm at your feet
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Could you look at me with some imagination
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So remind me why you woke me up
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And why you wake me every morn
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The staff in my hand
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Held in by your love
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Just stay close, stay close
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Because I know my own mind
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I set out with righteous indignation
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But when I'm at your feet
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Please look at me with some imagination
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With some imagination
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Imagination
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| Bethany Dillon |
