Look at me, I’m older than the son;
Running out of chances to say: “Let your will be done”
I know that I’m in trouble and I know it’s trouble deep
Cause I dream in double vision, I’m awake and I’m asleep
Look at me, look at me, look at me:
I’m the image of the Christian I don’t know how to be
Look at me, I’m nothing in this world
But I cling to the conviction that my pasty thoughts are pearls
I know it’s an illusion and illusions can come cheap
Am I paying in confusion for each promise I can’t keep?
Look at me, look at me, look at me:
I’m the image of the Christian I don’t know how to be
Out of sight, out of mind; invisible, insane
Out of the mouths of babes and children
Come the questions that cause pain
And I’m called to be a witness
When I never saw a thing that I could explain
Walking through the fire and the rain
Walking through the fire and the rain
Look at me, I’m stronger than you think
And dangerous as a snakebite lurking unseen in your drink
And you know in my condition I’m conditioned to react
With the cynical suspicion of a sceptic faced with facts
Look at me, look at me, look at me:
I’m the image of the Christian I don’t know how to be
Out of sight, out of mind; invisible, insane
Out of the ark, out of the darkness
Round the bend comes the slow train
And I’m called to be a witness
When I never saw a thing that I could explain
Walking through the fire and the rain
Walking through the fire and the rain
Look at me, I’m twisting in the glare
Of the full beam of the searchlight that God’s reason brings to bear
And I know I’m halfway captured and I know I’m halfway loose
But I feel too frail and fractured to be sure which way to choose
Look at me, look at me, look at me:
I’m the image of the Christian I don’t know how to be
Out of sight, out of mind; invisible, insane
Out of the spark of inspiration
That might set me alight again
And I’m called to be a witness
When I never saw a thing that I could explain
Walking through the fire and the rain
Walking through the fire and the rain
And I’m tired and I’m cold; getting scared of getting older
So many black holes sucking at my soul
Heaven’s golden promises moving in and out of focus
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Called to be a witness when I don’t know how to see
Look at me, an emperor stripped of clothes
Running blind amongst the flowers; tripped and damned by each new rose
And the fragrance jams my senses ‘til my greatest sense is loss
And I find myself defenceless standing naked at the cross
Look at me, look at me, look at me:
I’m the image of the Christian You showed me how to be
Out of sight, out of mind; invisible, insane
Out of the stark and staring madness
Comes the sadness and the gain
And I’m called to be a witness
Well I never saw a thing that I could explain
Walking through the fire and the rain
Walking through the fire and the rain
Look at me, a sword to pierce Your side
Too feeble to protect You and too ignorant to hide
And I’m standing in Your shadow ‘cause Your shadow falls like proof
It’s so easy to forget it’s the reflection not the truth
Look at me, look at me, look at me:
I’m the image of the Christian I don’t know how to be
Out of sight, out of mind; invisible, insane
Out of the shark infested waters
To the crucifixion plain
And I’m called to be a witness
When I never saw a thing that I could explain
Walking through the fire and the rain
Walking through the fire and the rain
Look at me, your fire tans my skin
Brands me with a hallmark on the outside and the in
And it opens up my veins so that the rains may wash them clean
If I’m called to be a witness let my blood show where it’s been
Look at me, look at me, look at me:
I’m the image of the Christian I don’t know how to be
Out of sight, out of mind; invisible, insane
Out of the car crash steps the dead man
With no marks, no scars, no stain
He was called to be a witness
Now he’s called into the kingdom of the saints
Walked in through the fire and the rain
Walked in through the fire and the rain
August 22, 2010
edgsoni
