Well,

Hasn’t quite been the road

I thought it’d be

Thought it’d be a lot more joy,

Less sorrow

Thought it’d feel a lot more right

But we took a left

Thought i’d never question my heart –

It’s been ripped out the chest

Thought again and again,

And again

And then again,

I’d have answers by then

And now,

I have none at all

Forever on the road again

And again,

And then again

Trying to map my roadsigns

And greenlight signals

But running into red lights

Again and again

If the proof isn’t in the pudding

That no two batches of beer are the same

Doesn’t matter much to me,

They’ll still keep getting dranken

They say the road less traveled is the path best taken

But honestly,

Doesn’t matter much to me

I’ll keep on walken’

Thought my feet’d blister less

But i was mistakin.

Can’t be late

Can’t do this on a date

Can’t say this

Can’t believe that

Grace.

Grace.

Grace. 

The place where we give space

For mistakes.

To human is to err

Errare humanum est

And if i wasn’t mistakin

Then i’d be misplaced

And i’ve done a lot of mistakin

In my time as a hu-man

I’ve colored wrong shades

On paint by number pictures

Face steamed red

When my shade shoulda been blue

Been the right thing

Just in the wrong hue

Stepped foot on nice soil

But in the wrong sized shoe

Spoke my intentions with well-intent

With a tinge of Ego, how it often does misconstrue

Blinded by the iridescence of perfection

Swerved off the road,

Dredged from the river –

A life taken but no carcass to go along with it.

Grace. 

Grace.

Grace.

The space we give to…

The leniency that God gave us

When he made humanity.

And I may be mistakin

But at least im in the right place