To Seal the Scars (B) (Tenor Session)

midwest fifth wave indie, math rock, post-emo/emo, anti-lullaby (raw, intimate theatrical indie)

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[!intro]

Life split by testings, hold fast to hope, The weight of my past cuts deeper
than rope. Fear’s whisper haunts in the shadows of night, While love pulls apart
what the darkness holds tight. No star, no sunrise, just faith resisting the void,
A stream that washes the weary soul.

The trial won’t break my will, I feel His peace touch my core, (oh) The storms
they cease and flee, And still, I walk

Beloved, you ran from His will of grace, Found yourself lost in the echoes of
space, Left self in the dust like a liar’s fall, Now you seek mercy to answer
the call. As if faith could heal every wound.

I sift through the wreckage, let hope cleanse afresh. The wearied draw near,
hurting yet seeking.

Their hearts open wide, their whispers turn to praise~! Not lost, not forsaken,
just seeking His gaze. Jeremiah speaks, words full of life, And every promise
soothes the strife.

The trial won’t break my will, The cross now holds my name, (oh) The storms they
cease and flee, And still, I walk

Beloved, you ran from His will of grace, Found yourself lost in the echoes of
space, Left self in the dust like a liar’s fall, Now you seek mercy to answer
the call.

The Father has sealed His vow in the book, He guides me along with the staff and
the crook. Christ has His hand on my weary heart, I will press onward, losing
all but the love, One step, one breath, through the river’s flow, A name
whispered soft, a path never forsaken~! The shore is a carol I will sing when I
go.

[interlude]

You urge me to falter, but His voice rings true. You urge me to fear, but He
carries me through. The weary sigh, the waters part, And still, I walk

Beloved, you ran from His will of grace, Found yourself lost in the echoes of
space, Left self in the dust like a liar’s fall, Now you seek mercy to answer
the call.

This trial won’t break my will, The cross now holds my name, (oh) The storms
they cease and flee, Aaaa-aa~!

The trial won’t break my will, The cross now holds my name, (OH!) The storms
they cease and flee, And still, I walk and still, I walk

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[!intro] Life split by testings, hold fast to hope, The weight of my past cuts deeper than rope. Fear’s whisper haunts in the shadows of night, While love pulls apart what the darkness holds tight. No star, no sunrise, just faith resisting the void, A stream that washes the weary soul. The trial won’t break my will, I feel His peace touch my core, (oh) The storms they cease and flee, And still, I walk Beloved, you ran from His will of grace, Found yourself lost in the echoes of space, Left self in the dust like a liar’s fall, Now you seek mercy to answer the call. As if faith could heal every wound. I sift through the wreckage, let hope cleanse afresh. The wearied draw near, hurting yet seeking. Their hearts open wide, their whispers turn to praise~! Not lost, not forsaken, just seeking His gaze. Jeremiah speaks, words full of life, And every promise soothes the strife. The trial won’t break my will, The cross now holds my name, (oh) The storms they cease and flee, And still, I walk Beloved, you ran from His will of grace, Found yourself lost in the echoes of space, Left self in the dust like a liar’s fall, Now you seek mercy to answer the call. The Father has sealed His vow in the book, He guides me along with the staff and the crook. Christ has His hand on my weary heart, I will press onward, losing all but the love, One step, one breath, through the river’s flow, A name whispered soft, a path never forsaken~! The shore is a carol I will sing when I go. [interlude] You urge me to falter, but His voice rings true. You urge me to fear, but He carries me through. The weary sigh, the waters part, And still, I walk Beloved, you ran from His will of grace, Found yourself lost in the echoes of space, Left self in the dust like a liar’s fall, Now you seek mercy to answer the call. This trial won’t break my will, The cross now holds my name, (oh) The storms they cease and flee, Aaaa-aa~! The trial won’t break my will, The cross now holds my name, (OH!) The storms they cease and flee, And still, I walk and still, I walk

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