A Priest and a Prince

I haven’t been able to finish hearing this song lately with dry eyes. Such encouragement for a weary soul:

 

It’s so easy to cash in these chips on my shoulder

So easy to loose this old tongue like a tiger

It’s easy to let all this bitterness smolder

Just to hide it away like a cigarette lighter

It’s easy to curse and to hurt and to hinder

It’s easy to not have the heart to remember

That I am a priest and a prince in the kingdom of God

 

I’ve got voices that scream in my head like a siren

Fears that I feel in the night when I sleep

Stupid choices I made when I played in the mire

Like a kid in the mud on some dirty, blind street

I’ve got sorrow to spare, I’ve got loneliness too

I’ve got blood on these hands that hold on to the Truth

That I am a priest and a prince in the kingdom of God

 

I swore on the Bible to not tell a lie, but I’ve lied and lied

And I crossed my heart and I hoped to die, and I died and died

 

But if it’s true that you gathered my sin in your hands

And you cast it as far as the East from the West

If it’s true that you put on the flesh of a man

And you walked in my shoes through the shadow of death

If it’s true that you dwell in the halls of my heart

And I’m not just a fool with a fancy guitar

No, I am a priest and a prince in the kingdom of God

 

*Fool with a Fancy Guitar from Andrew Peterson’s album Counting Stars

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