Personal - Jamie Lenman

I used to pray beside my bed

Like in a storybook, I knelt

My heart was open wide

Hopeful and terrified

But slowly all those feelings died

When all my little whispers

They vanished into nothing

Like reaching in your belly

And coming out with stuffing

I’m looking to the heavens

And screaming, «Come and get me!»

I could have been an angel

Oh, if they’d only let me

It’s like a personal insult from God

Don’t you think it’s mighty odd

How every time I try for grace

It blows up in my ugly face?

A personal rejection man

Guess I just don’t fit the plan

All despite my every plea

He closed those pearly gates on me

I went to worship in my teens

I was the youngest in that hall

I sat through hours of songs of praise, «Lamb of Love»

But still no signals from above

So, I wandered all around and

I’d visit holy places

But all of them were hollow

Not even any traces

And that heart began to harden

That hope is just a memory

If I meet a true believer

I will admit to envy

Yeah, «Fuck the things you know

And fuck who told you so

It’s a medieval a rumor

And I lost my sense of humor

'Cause everything will rot

Yeah, this is all you got

Take care of yourself

There ain’t nobody else»

It’s a personal insult from God

Don’t you think it’s mighty odd

Every time I try for grace

It blows up in my ugly face?

Personal rejection man

Guess I just don’t fit the plan

All despite my every plea

He slammed those pearly gates

And this time it’s personal

Bodies in the river

History in my hands

I read the ancient books

And I don’t understand

Dull words don’t deliver

In churches built on sand

I’m barred from entry to the promised land

This time it’s personal

It’s like a personal insult from God

Don’t you think it’s mighty odd

Every time I try for grace

It blows up in my ugly face?

Personal rejection man

Guess I just don’t fit the plan

All despite my every plea

He closed those pearly gates on me

Personally stole from Him

Feel His fingers digging in

Choking out my spirit with a beatific grin

And still so silent