TITLE: All By Myself By Amber Riebe 04/08/08 |
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You wrote the instructions out plain,
said if I needed help, to call Your name.
The directions to a little house..
No doubt that cute little house would be fine…
but I had a bigger picture in mind,
a castle shining on top of a hill!
So I threw Your plan away to fulfill my will.
Now after working without You for years;
after days filled with sweat, pain, and tears,
I’m finally here…I’m finally here.
Sitting in the middle of this room.
Staring at these blank walls
thinking of You.
Knowing You were right the whole time.
Knowing I blocked You out,
I pushed You aside.
Silently I watch as the walls close in
I feel the pressure rising within…
I Know all by myself
yeah, all by myself
I built this prison I’m living in.
Now this great palace I built is useless to me.
What good is a whole castle
if you’re locked in one room without the key?
If only I could go back in time
I’d follow Your instructions,
word for word, line by line.
I have no one to blame except myself.
Now I know what happens to the fool
Who believes he doesn’t need Your help.
After laboring in vain for so many years
Now I’m finally here.
Yeah, I guess I’m finally here…
Sitting in the middle of this room.
Staring at these blank walls
thinking of You.
The pressure rises within
and I Know all by myself
yeah, all by myself
I built this prison I’m living in.
Year after year I’ve watched these walls close in
knowing that there’s no way I could ever escape my sin.
But I remember there was a time when
You said so plain,
if I needed help, to simply call Your name.
But could that be true after all I’ve done?
Is it possible I’m someone You could still love?
Silently I watch as the walls close in.
I feel the pressure rising within…
I Know all by myself
Yeah, all by myself
I built this prison I’m living in.
Now I fear
My end is here,
It’s finally here.
I’m about to be crushed to pieces!
My Lord, I’m sorry, please help me, Jesus!
I'm shutting my eyes tight
wishing I could loose my sight.
But through the dark appears a light.
How can this be?
Peeking through my fingers I see…
You, standing in this room with me.
In front of me is Your outstretched hand
I’m trying hard, but don’t understand…
So willingly You’re giving me…
the key?
All along You’ve had
the only key
that can set me free!
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