I know what it’s like to be a crowd’s subject matter
Like dirty dishes I was left on the sink to scatter
I stood 12 years clear of their condemning spatter
Trying to dodge the bullets of their poisoned chitter-chatter
I know what it’s like to spend on physicians who flatter
From hero to hero I hopped in search for better
Hoping my heart like glass won’t fall and shatter
Waiting to hear the sound of God’s feet patter
So don’t tell me to wait in line when he’s passing by
There’s no use crawling back to the shell of the shy
I won’t let you drag me back to the seat I used to occupy
I won’t let death be my last lullaby
I know Jarius made plans but my unscheduled faith I cannot quantify
Call it interruption, but this inner eruption is no lie
If he promised to me in his word that he would never turn a blind eye
Then my will to fight, you cannot disqualify
If he’s consulting others, I will wait for his reply
I’ll keep tracking my oasis ‘cause I know what it’s like walking in a desert full of wells that leave you dry
I promise to keep this consultation short and sweet
I don’t even need an hour when a second is enough for him to speak
I might be as pale and fragile as a white sheet
But if my encounter is today then my healing I cannot cheat
No teary sockets soaked and saggy can blur me of my vision
No mountain can stand in the way of the one who’s made winning their decision.
Even if I have to squash through the traffic of public attention
I’ll keep aiming for the ham of his garment’s redemption
Confession, a step of faith might be done in discretion
But Jesus will loudly call you out of your detention
Out of breath doesn’t count me out of the mission
Sometimes a total shutdown is needed to reboot a system to wake
When everything falls apart, that’s your chance to rebuild with stones that won’t shake
So don’t stop knocking until he opens his gate
If love is endurance, give it whatever it takes