OPEN YOUR EYES by Jack Murray

OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.

IT MIGHT BLIND YOU BUT I’LL GUARANTEE YOU’LL WANT TO STAY.

SO RELAY YOU’LL BELAY, STAND UP AND SAY,

“I WON’T STRAY, I’LL STAY FAR AWAY FROM MY SIN”.

I’LL WIN, AGAINST THIS MURDEROUS KINGPIN.

FOR THE BLOOD I’VE BEEN WASHED IN WAS NOT MY OWN.

I DON’T CONDONE THESE HATEFUL SEEDS I’VE SOWN.

BUT I’M NOT ALONE, MY SENSES I’VE HONED,

I’LL GO GET GOD ON THE PHONE.

AND LIKE A BALLOON IT WILL BE BLOWN

ONLY NOT OUT OF PROPORTION.

BECAUSE “WE ARE HIS PORTION AND HE IS OUR PRIZE,

SO WE’LL BE DRAWN TO REDEMPTION BY THE GRACE IN HIS EYES”.

BUT WE’LL SOON REALIZE THAT WE’VE BEEN FORCE FED LIES.

HYPNOTIZED, TRANQUILIZED, TANTILIZED, SO WE CAN’T PRIORITIZE.

IT’S DECISION TIME, LOVE OR THESE LIES.

BE WISE, DON’T COMPROMISE, FOR THESE LIES THAT ONLY LEAD TO DEMISE.

NOW GOD HEARS YOUR CRIES.

SO WITH TEARS IN YOUR EYES, LOOK UP TOWARDS THE SKIES.

TO SEE OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST.

LOVE THAT PACIFIED THE CRIES, PUT TO DEATH THE DEVIL AND HIS LIES.

SO WE CAN GRATIFY THE ONE WHO SATISFIES.

DECAPITATED.

I’VE LOST MY HEAD LIKE I’VE LOST MY WAY.

EMANCIPATED.

I’VE WALKED AWAY FROM THE GOD I ONCE OBEYED.

SEPARATED.

I’VE FALLEN INSIDE THE GRAND FACADE MY SINS CREATED BETWEEN ME AND GOD.

EACH SIN AND LIE I COMMIT BEFORE I DIE PULL ME FURTHER FROM THE SKY AND CLOSER TO WHERE I DESERVE TO RESIDE.

HELL.

HEIGHTENED.

IS THE CLIFF I MUST CLIMB TO GET TO WHERE I SHOULD BE.

LENGTHENED.

IS THE PATH I MUST PLOD TO GOLGOTHA TO WHERE MY GOD DIED.

THIS IS NOT THE WAY MY KING SHOULD HAVE DIED.

THIS SHOULD BE ME.

AND AS I OVERCOME THE FINAL OBSTACLE IN MY WAY I REALIZE,

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP, AND THROUGH MY SIN AND ACTIONS, I SPIT IN HIS FACE. AND TELL HIM I HATE HIM.

AS I DANGLE FROM THE MOUNTAIN’S FINAL OVERHANG

I CRY OUT:

“DEATH IS WHAT I’VE BECOME.

I’VE BECOME SOMEONE NO ONE CAN LOVE.

OH GOD, I’VE LOST THE LOVE I’VE RECEIVED FROM ABOVE.”

AS I DANGLE,

LOSING BREATH AND STRENGTH

AS WELL AS HOPE

MY GOD PULLS ME UP.

AND THOUGH I SIN AND THOUGH MY ACTIONS DON’T REFLECT WHAT HE WANTS THEM TO, AND THOUGH I SPIT IN HIS FACE, AND TELL HIM I HATE HIM…

HE STANDS THERE, LOOKS ME IN THE EYES, AND SAYS HE LOVES ME