Beaten Path
Father of light would you grant me your presence
Lord of my life let me into your court
The beaten path has a way of beating me down
It’s got rocks for fists and they are going to town
I learn truth from pain and from all of the mistakes I make
But experience means nothing if I can’t see your face
Solid rock on which I stand
Take your children into your loving hands
I have no clue what I’m doing
I just know what you are like
On every occasion that I misstep
You’re always there to make it right again
I’m not much for words, so I’ll spit it out
Make me into the me you keep talking about
