Make Me Whole by Paul.itiCs Lyrics
Iruka:
You make me whole like a rising sun
You carry all of life's meaning from the dawn
You make me whole
My love run dry no more.
What you have set in store
to break & mold
there's new life in me, new life in me.
Sometimes I falter
forgive me,
For I forget my own force,
My fortress,
you are the source of every soul who's longing for security,
We're longing for new beginnings
I'm longing for
The ability
The eyes to see
What lies beneath
A higher me.
paul.itiCs:
I know too many people with hearts,
made of glass,
and skin,
made of steel.
Too many, who've starred down barrels with sparks,
but no light at the end of such tunnel.
I've seen lights on hills,
get trampled by the fear of heights.
And bury themselves in such doubts.
I know too many Mary's,
with futures heavier than their pasts.
Too many stars that feel worthless during the day,
I know of Gideon's with hidden fleeces
Of Rahabs that still birth Christ.
There's a future for broken pasts,
and redemption for the once condemned.
So,
When anxiety marries dreams,
And peace is kidnapped by fears.
Remember to cling to the wings of hope.
It will take you to places where feet may fail.
When the world caves in,
Take cover, & find the strength to convex your way out, with your eyes fixed on the focal point.
Fix your problems with self, and your self with love.
His love.
Love be the sweetest peace of mind.
The greatest supplement to supplements that only supplement temporarily.
The yesterday's they hold no ground,
when the skies break open.
when Grace stems from broken concrete.
So let mercy rise.
love those blemishes,
as much as your adore your mask,
each stained & wrinkled cast.
Let love heal.
Find beauty from ashes.
There is beauty,
Placed inside the shells of broken promises,
of shattered dreams & narrow roads.
There's greater purpose hidden in lone trails,
Roads that lead to tales untold.
Embrace that process.
I see a spark in the middle of this tunnel.
For Beneath the crust of fallen leaves,
A new season awaits.
Like autumn, we simply fall to Spring back up.
We go through seasons of emptiness
To experience his fullness.
Like the breaking of shells.
There’s beauty in limps,
in broken lead,
in broken bread.
Beauty from ashes.
Your imperfections are gift,
they are proof that you are present.
Like stones that form out of eruptions.
You too have purpose.
So be patient through seasons,
Constant but ever growing.
So Be like the sun,
it never needs permission from the moon
It just shines — effortlessly
spreading love with warmth,
So should we,
Radiating light with our every step.
Or you could Be the moon,
bathed in darkness,
yet sparking beginnings from endings,
glowing in its flaws
as the stars still bow in awe,
Or better yet,
let’s Be the best version of ourselves,
Radiating and glowing,
Living without envy,
making the best,
out of each moments
Out of each Scar.
Rest assured that yesterday's Fall,
Has no place in today's Spring.
You make me whole like a rising sun
You carry all of life's meaning from the dawn
You make me whole
My love run dry no more.
What you have set in store
to break & mold
there's new life in me, new life in me.
Sometimes I falter
forgive me,
For I forget my own force,
My fortress,
you are the source of every soul who's longing for security,
We're longing for new beginnings
I'm longing for
The ability
The eyes to see
What lies beneath
A higher me.
paul.itiCs:
I know too many people with hearts,
made of glass,
and skin,
made of steel.
Too many, who've starred down barrels with sparks,
but no light at the end of such tunnel.
I've seen lights on hills,
get trampled by the fear of heights.
And bury themselves in such doubts.
I know too many Mary's,
with futures heavier than their pasts.
Too many stars that feel worthless during the day,
I know of Gideon's with hidden fleeces
Of Rahabs that still birth Christ.
There's a future for broken pasts,
and redemption for the once condemned.
So,
When anxiety marries dreams,
And peace is kidnapped by fears.
Remember to cling to the wings of hope.
It will take you to places where feet may fail.
When the world caves in,
Take cover, & find the strength to convex your way out, with your eyes fixed on the focal point.
Fix your problems with self, and your self with love.
His love.
Love be the sweetest peace of mind.
The greatest supplement to supplements that only supplement temporarily.
The yesterday's they hold no ground,
when the skies break open.
when Grace stems from broken concrete.
So let mercy rise.
love those blemishes,
as much as your adore your mask,
each stained & wrinkled cast.
Let love heal.
Find beauty from ashes.
There is beauty,
Placed inside the shells of broken promises,
of shattered dreams & narrow roads.
There's greater purpose hidden in lone trails,
Roads that lead to tales untold.
Embrace that process.
I see a spark in the middle of this tunnel.
For Beneath the crust of fallen leaves,
A new season awaits.
Like autumn, we simply fall to Spring back up.
We go through seasons of emptiness
To experience his fullness.
Like the breaking of shells.
There’s beauty in limps,
in broken lead,
in broken bread.
Beauty from ashes.
Your imperfections are gift,
they are proof that you are present.
Like stones that form out of eruptions.
You too have purpose.
So be patient through seasons,
Constant but ever growing.
So Be like the sun,
it never needs permission from the moon
It just shines — effortlessly
spreading love with warmth,
So should we,
Radiating light with our every step.
Or you could Be the moon,
bathed in darkness,
yet sparking beginnings from endings,
glowing in its flaws
as the stars still bow in awe,
Or better yet,
let’s Be the best version of ourselves,
Radiating and glowing,
Living without envy,
making the best,
out of each moments
Out of each Scar.
Rest assured that yesterday's Fall,
Has no place in today's Spring.