Levi The Poet - College-Ruled Lines lyrics
[Levi The Poet - College-Ruled Lines lyrics]
I’m as empty as these pages start
Out before I fill them
But I’ve not filled one up in
(I’ve not filled one up in) and I’ve heard
It said that a blank page is
A blank page for a new beginning, so
May the choices that we make, well
Christ, if we’re being frank
Then at times I feel like you’ve got writer’s
Block it’s a tempting thought ‘cause you
Know I get that a lot
And I keep wondering whether or not
It makes you more relatable
If you’ve made yourself available to
Sympathize with my temptations
Then there’s got to be
A correlation between the
Album I can’t complete
The way my wife pushes me
To be a man that I can’t see
And the overwhelming fear of art that’s
A product of my apathy
(And that that’s all that that’ll ever be)
Or worse yet, the sum total of critique at
The expense of creativity
Dear dust, my soul clings to a
Lot of idols you construct, and I wish that
I could just let my God be God
And his gifts be gifts yeah
Let my savior be my savior and let
My money be what it is
(But, I’ve got a wife to justify the
Worry for the sake of my future
Kids, and the life that I’ll feel like
I’ll have failed my son for
Like my father did)
But no matter how hard it
Gets in every single
Day I wake within this narrative I live in
There’s just no security for
Me unless it’s a story that you’ve
Written it will always be
A mystery to me that before
I was it was finished
It’ll always be a mystery to see
The mirror reflect your image
O! you’re the only hope I have! All
Of my stories leave me wanting
And all of the ghosts I’ve conjured
Up in the past threaten
To come back to haunt me and act like a
Foundation if you make yourself available
To sympathize with my temptations
Then there’s got to be a correlation
Between the artist and his drawing
The perfecter shading
In the final scene that I can’t see
And the ink that is the very fabric
Of his nature flowing in me
(And that said author wrote
Himself into the story)
So may that ink spill out onto
These pages and bring you glory
Dear friends
I love you with words no poet could ever pen
I love you with a heart that weighs
As heavy as the ocean, and I will love you
With a depth that reaches to it's floor
But when
(it’s floor opens up to swallow me whole
O! and) I am no more
The only word that will live on will
Be that which was never born!
"I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek
Him, seeking me it was not I
That found, O Savior true, no
I was found of thee! Thou
Didst reach forth thy hand
And mine enfold I walked and sank not on
The storm-vexed sea
‘twas not so much that I on thee took
Hold, as thou, dear Lord, on
Me i find, I walk, i
Love, but, O the whole of love
Is but my answer, Lord
To thee for thou wert long
Beforehand with my soul
Always thou lovedst me!"
Dear friends
Dear saints! Your story is secure
We all are more free
Together tethered to our maker than
We ever were before
May our adoption be secure! The
Only word that will
Live on will be that which was never born
Out before I fill them
But I’ve not filled one up in
(I’ve not filled one up in) and I’ve heard
It said that a blank page is
A blank page for a new beginning, so
May the choices that we make, well
Christ, if we’re being frank
Then at times I feel like you’ve got writer’s
Block it’s a tempting thought ‘cause you
Know I get that a lot
And I keep wondering whether or not
It makes you more relatable
If you’ve made yourself available to
Sympathize with my temptations
Then there’s got to be
A correlation between the
Album I can’t complete
The way my wife pushes me
To be a man that I can’t see
And the overwhelming fear of art that’s
A product of my apathy
(And that that’s all that that’ll ever be)
Or worse yet, the sum total of critique at
The expense of creativity
Dear dust, my soul clings to a
Lot of idols you construct, and I wish that
I could just let my God be God
And his gifts be gifts yeah
Let my savior be my savior and let
My money be what it is
(But, I’ve got a wife to justify the
Worry for the sake of my future
Kids, and the life that I’ll feel like
I’ll have failed my son for
Like my father did)
But no matter how hard it
Gets in every single
Day I wake within this narrative I live in
There’s just no security for
Me unless it’s a story that you’ve
Written it will always be
A mystery to me that before
I was it was finished
It’ll always be a mystery to see
The mirror reflect your image
O! you’re the only hope I have! All
Of my stories leave me wanting
And all of the ghosts I’ve conjured
Up in the past threaten
To come back to haunt me and act like a
Foundation if you make yourself available
To sympathize with my temptations
Then there’s got to be a correlation
Between the artist and his drawing
The perfecter shading
In the final scene that I can’t see
And the ink that is the very fabric
Of his nature flowing in me
(And that said author wrote
Himself into the story)
So may that ink spill out onto
These pages and bring you glory
Dear friends
I love you with words no poet could ever pen
I love you with a heart that weighs
As heavy as the ocean, and I will love you
With a depth that reaches to it's floor
But when
(it’s floor opens up to swallow me whole
O! and) I am no more
The only word that will live on will
Be that which was never born!
"I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek
Him, seeking me it was not I
That found, O Savior true, no
I was found of thee! Thou
Didst reach forth thy hand
And mine enfold I walked and sank not on
The storm-vexed sea
‘twas not so much that I on thee took
Hold, as thou, dear Lord, on
Me i find, I walk, i
Love, but, O the whole of love
Is but my answer, Lord
To thee for thou wert long
Beforehand with my soul
Always thou lovedst me!"
Dear friends
Dear saints! Your story is secure
We all are more free
Together tethered to our maker than
We ever were before
May our adoption be secure! The
Only word that will
Live on will be that which was never born