In one ear and put the other,
All of this advice.
"Stay aways" and "bootycalls"
But still I thought you were nice.
Getting involved, planting myself;
So much harder to be uprooted,
And so painful, too.
Tearing up roots, but some still remain.
The aftermath, oh, the aftermath!
Building up after tearing down!
Keeping relations with everyone
I could call you names
(At times I do),
But truth is this:
We both need grace.
And as I go to this church,
I am reminded of you inevitably.
I am still hurt and pained.
I am still broken and contrite.
But as I go,
His grace is still with me,
His presence, His peace.
This love that's kept me close
And been faithful and true.
So I come,
Not for you,
But for this grace, faithful and true.
I come not for him, but for You.