Defining Me - Motherfolk

On the precipice of nothing new

Fell into question all I held as truth

It seems there’s holes in all my fairy tales

Despite my passion to preach them well

A yell hushed after many long worn years

Not a failure to launch, but to persevere

Being one so close to write upon my arm

A testament I’ve since torn apart

All these rings around my wrists

How they scream who I am in this

I’m not sanctified and I’m not free

There’s no love that’s come to rescue me

Bend my heart and even break my knees

But it’s these chains that are defining me

Sin is all I’ve been able to wield

It’s been my sword and even been my shield

And death O' death is my only home

A grave so familiar I could call it my own

'Cause a loving grace could only go so far

As to show my wounds and reveal my scars

A medicine I’ve taken to get well

But the aftertaste is that of my own hell

I’m not sanctified and I’m not free

There’s no love that’s come to rescue me

Bend my heart and even break my knees

But it’s these chains that are defining me

I met Jesus, yeah he came to me

And he said «Son, do you want to believe?»

I cried «Oh help me from the grave I’m in,

And teach me life and who I really am.»

I’m not sanctified and I’m not free

There’s no love that’s come to rescue me

Bend my heart and even break my knees

But it’s these chains that are defining me