Jordan Mentz

Sit on my lap let me tell you a story
Trying to paint you a picture of what it means to love
Look at the man resting on the hill with tears in his eyes
Trying to figure out the reason that the man is crying, its so nice out
He motions for me to come over and sit next to him
I hesitantly walk over to the man
When I sat down he put his arm around me
I asked him why he was crying and he offered to paint me a picture using his story this is how it goes

I created you in my image and even though you question my existence
I saw you as my own creation and looked off in the distance I saw a hill
My eyes filled with tears, and then you asked me why I was crying
I gave you a hug, and told you that I was crying so that you don’t have to
I let you put your hands where the nails once were
I asked another question, and you told me it its you that I died for
I asked why you would die for me a dirty ugly whore

You told me that you washed me clean
You told me that I no longer needed to live in bondage
You told me that I was free from the grip of sin that has left me crippled
I asked a number of questions, you gave me the answers
Then I asked if you could give me love
You pointed to the cross and told me that it’s you that I died for

So many times we say to ourselves it won’t work out
Even if it does we often question was it really worth it
The emotions that you just wish that you had
Caught up in the aftermath and tryin’ to figure out what 2+2 is
I thought I knew the answer but it only left me wonderin’
Was it really that easy or did I just wish I had more of the equation
It’s so hard for me to express the things that I am feeling
It’s so hard to be real and let the world know that I am bein’ real
Why does it have to be hard is it cuz we are afraid of getting hurt
Tryin’ to get out from under the weight this world has placed on me
It’s so hard to break out of the mold, cuz every time we try we feel cold
Learning to trust and beleive in the things unseen
Have you ever realized that the emotions you used to hide behind
Are just fabricated to try to fit the things you want everyone to know
The things that you don’t want people to know are the keys to your heart
We try to hide behind the wheel and let someone else drive
Always we end up wishing that we had said something and we didn’t
Too many times we question without trusting the answers
It’s so hard to be real because you don’t wanna be left hurting
In the end the only one hurting is you
Because you don’t want people to see your heart
You feel broken and confused right from the start
There is an answer I could give you to help ease away the pain
Jesus will take away the fear that is making you insane