Awake My Soul

"How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free

Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker"

-Mumford and Sons

How fickle my heart, and how woozy my eyes. I see the truth and I run away. I sense the trials and I coward myself into comfort. My heart desires one thing, my mind another. I can't get past my sin. I can't ever do enough. This weakness I've been trying to hide so well is starting to show. People notice, judge and whisper. Who am I to stop them? The world has this idea of me, and sometimes, they are right. My heart is fickle, and my eyes are woozy. My soul is thirsty for something perfect. Awake my Soul! Awake my Soul! You were made to meet your maker.