J. Han - Growing Pains lyrics

[Verse 1: J. Han] The legacy you left, I will carry on I'mma raise it up high -- El Elyon This oil is burning through the night Fighting hard in the dark, eyes on the prize I found a stack of your old pictures Got in my kimchi squat to reminisce While sorting through a million words I found myself speechless; no verbiage or diction Could even grasp how much I miss you For once I'mma let it all out I'm allowing all my tear ducts to run dry First time that my kleenex is all out You're the reason that brought us all together Now our tribe's like feathers in the wind Instead of white or black, there's only heather Praying that the tale gets better cause it's looking dim [Hook] What I'm really needing now's the warmth of your embrace The sea has left me out to dry, alone and out of place Help me rise up from the dirt to be the potter's clay I'm going through my growing pains x2 [Verse 2: J. Han] On funeral day could you believe it? With great pride, I delivered your eulogy And I talked about the greatness of Jesus The sole source of your joy and your freedom No apologies, you'd be proud of me, smiling down on me Though it's probably not the case ‘cause You'll be way too busy with your praise Dancing galore and worshipping of the most High Such a woman full of gentleness and power Counting her riches up in heaven -- gold showers In her final hours, waiting in the nursing home As her spirit was about to leave her body cold She lifted up her old hands to worship It was well with her soul, and that's beautiful Man, she lifted up her old hands to worship It was well with her soul, and that's beautiful [Hook] What I'm really needing now's the warmth of your embrace The sea has left me out to dry, alone and out of place Help me rise up from the dirt to be the potter's clay I'm going through my growing pains x2 And it hurts so bad, but i know it's good for me And it hurts so bad, but i know it's good for me And it hurts so bad, but i know it's good for me I'm going through my growing pains x2 [Verse 3: J. Han] I hate to see my mama cry But I hate it even more when I'm seen with my teary eyes When we found your old suitcase -- the ugly one With the palm trees, weeds, and the ugly sun Welcomed by a stash of your old cardigans It was surreal, I was riding in that car again On my way to you for the final farewell Black nails. black tears on the stairwell Black suit at the burial, “go in peace” I guess it's bye to wheelchairs annoying me No more long Sunday drives in the busy streets Or filet-o-fish .. to brighten up your week I realize now in the dull moments God was chiseling my character and showing me The beauty in your legacy of faith I gotta race like i'm tryna win the prize!