Redeemed Places

This is a song I started writing a few months ago when I got frustrated with life a little bit. This week has been a little rough on me so I figured I would try to finish the song and this is the result. I don't believe that life is supposed to be the way we want it to be all the time... but I do believe that God is good, that He knows what He is doing, and that He loves us... His children... because of who Jesus is and what He has done. So... even when things don't make sense I believe that there is grace and mercy unending because of who Jesus is. These are the words below:

I sing a song for my worn out heart

trying to find life somewhere, not knowing where to start
I’ve given up on my hopes, I’ve silenced my dreams,

and I’m dancing in darkness; with no light in the scene
Tears they fall stronger now, they pour out of my soul,

I look inside and I find I’ve never quite felt whole.
Why do I dare to seek this something that burns in me,

I fear it can never be; I’m running out of faith you see
Can this be mercy? Can this be grace?

Is it hiding somewhere beneath redeemed places

Can there be hope for a worn out heart,

believing despite all the doubts that are inside?

Where can I go now, there’s no one to hear me,

that’s the point, that’s the thing, I’ve got all these mixed feelings
I fear I’ve done all I can, I’ve tried to be the better man,

now I question who I am, boy has it hit the fan
Really don’t know what to say, I’ve just lost hope today,

but that’s life anyway, just want to be in some other place
Maybe I should just sleep, tomorrow might comfort me,

maybe just maybe, a new day will bring some peace
Can this be mercy? Can this be grace?

Is it hiding somewhere beneath redeemed places

Can there be hope for a worn out heart,
believing despite all the doubts that are inside?

All I want is some peace, some joy, will it ever be?

I hope that someday little ones will walk towards me
There’s something about getting older alone,

that stretches you, wears you out, makes you less… bold
Maybe that’s what’s going on, this just another song,

trying to find some way to fix what is wrong
I shouldn’t even be here, in this place again of fear,

but here am I, wondering why nothing seems too near
Can this be mercy? Can this be grace?

Is it hiding somewhere beneath redeemed places?

Is there a hope for the worn out heart?