Whitewash

I’m having trouble getting this song to work in the cadence I want, and it’s not too consistent yet — but I’m liking the lyrics, so I thought I’d share them.

People are falling off the Christian wagon left and right. They are not lost. They are reconfiguring. This is a good thing, a necessary step towards authenticity. Be patient with them. God is in the mix.

 

WHITEWASH
© Rebekah Robinson 2019

Put down your brush, heavy head
You’ve been painting so long
Let fall that can, it feels like lead
You can’t carry it, and stay strong

Been painting over doubt
Covering the pain
That we don’t talk about
The scar and the stain
Elephants and flies
Persistent truths and lies
Let it all go …

And come to Me
Bring Me all the hard questions
Come to Me
Sit with Me in pain
Come to Me
I will give you rest.

Laying aside the fight with issues that linger
No wonder you feel free
Getting to the bottom, to raw timber
There you will find Me

Been filling in the blanks
With activities
Coming in with tanks
At anomalies
Minimise the horses
Emphasise the carts
Signing up for courses
Bending broken hearts
Let it all go …

And come to Me
Bring Me all the hard questions
Come to Me
Sit with Me in pain
Come to Me
I will give you rest.

Strip down the walls
Peel the layers off
Bare timber
Bare timber … and Me
There you are
And here am I.

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