Today, the sky was mocking as she spat upon my face I woke up ten past should've been - here, repentance without grace Sixteen hundred years ago, a man gave Christ a chance Did he ever greet the morning with the antithesis of dance? And I wonder in the brilliance, as my heart devours my mind, how the sun is so accessible, when I feel left behind? And then you took me away from here, away from pain, unto a loss that's somehow gain, and then you took me Father, now I've noticed the glory on your face I walk in circles now in this humbling maze of grace Unrivaled by my pa**ion, the thought of giving peace a chance, As I feel the burning, your heart gives movement to the dance I'm stumbling in the darkness, my purpose faint and velied My doubt engulfs my freedom, my direction is a**ailed Burn, Father, burn.