Simply Grace - Mouth of the South: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Mouth of the South

Simply Grace

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Simply Grace was released on August 5, 2014 by Facedown Records as a part of the album Struggle Well

Song Details

AlbumStruggle Well

Release DateAugust 5, 2014

LabelFacedown Records

LanguageEnglish

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Mouth of the South

Mouth of the South

Performer

Jeremy Ottens

Vocals

Lyrics

Oh little man, what know you of our patience?

Talk to us about time as if you know I am the one who made it

Talk to us about pain as if you know I am the one

Who laid it all down for you at the crown of the

Place stripped of its flesh, the hill without a face

To give you a foundation of mercy

To carve into your hands valleys for our grace

We can see that you're hurting, suffocating in your tightly woven mask

It's enough to keep you breathing but not near enough to last

If you keep asking all these questions

One of you will die of asphyxiation

You lead a double life and only do half the living

We said to be like Christ

You cannot be like the Trinity

Of a single mind, yet thrice

You've not uncovered that mystery

Only we can be three in one without anything

Spilling where we do not absolutely intend it to be

So have you started reaching for the ties behind your head?

Or do your fingers fumble, scratching your eyes out instead?

Have you learned nothing?

Oh man, listen to what we've said

Trade your trying for trusting and let us do the rest

And just so you know, we intend to spill all over creation

But for some reason you are not making

The connection that includes you

Which of our actions has ever led you to

Believe our intentions are to exclude?

What makes you think that we exude anything other than

Unmerited favor toward the entirety of your endeavors?

Historically when have we ever proved to be

Anything less than your forever victorious Savior?

Was it the beginning when we made man in our likeness?

Or on the Ark of Noah when we saved you from the turrets?

Perhaps it was when we promised the land of milk and honey?

Or delivered you from your enemies and closed on them the sea?

And you ask for your chains back!

You have loved a new slavery

But no matter how much you nag, we will not place you on that tree

You cannot sacrifice your words and acts

You cannot convince us of your piety

You can be still, relax, let us sing to you our poetry

We could speak in the way you ask

But what would you hear more audibly?

Have you started reaching for the ties behind your head?

Or do your fingers fumble, scratching your eyes out instead?

Have you learned nothing?

Oh man, listen to what we've said

Trade your trying for trusting and let us do the rest

I will condescend my fingertip to graciously fold your hip

You have fought for long enough, I see your seams are starting to rip

Let me cut the strings for you strung

Stretching from the corners of your lips

And separate the plastic grafted to your cheeks, ears, nose, and chin

It will hurt at first but trust me your flesh must be stripped

Be ready with the oil and keep your lamp wick well-trimmed

Wait for me eagerly, I will send the second skin

You knot this thing thoroughly but it is not a match

For the one who will undo all the damage that you did

He will take the hewn with open wounds

And sew your folds back into him

Your tattered attempts to mend the holes

Will soon hold inside the hem of his robe

Made white by his life, red in his death

Whole at the moment I chose to resurrect

Then yours the second you accept that I want

Nothing less than the best for all my elect

I have the authority to command and the power to effect

The strength to defend, the compassion to protect

You work futility to its end and forsake the day of rest

But when you grow tired again, I will be there to help you once again

It's your hands that formed me from the mud and clay

It's my hands that formed you out of clay

Those same hands that are filled with love and grace

It's my hands that will lavish you with love and with grace

These your hands held my nails upon that tree

It's my hands that held my nails to the tree

Those same hands that are reaching for me

It's my hands that will bring you back to me

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