rose beneath your feet
Recorded in 2002/03 at GlassPlanet Studio w/ Ben Smith, Jason Jones, and producer Krys Keylor
It’s one o’clock in the morning
I know I’m not making any sense
I feel like religion has hung me up to dry
And i don’t like the way you kiss
It’s two o’clock in the morning
I feel as lonely as can be.
There’s a paradox in grace that it takes a child’s faith
To trust in what a man can’t see.
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning
Did you get enough to eat?
I’m the rose torn from the thorns fashioned ‘to a crown
Trampled beneath pilate’s feet.
I never wanted this.
Another cup would suit me fine.
But the choice was made long before today
And the choice He gave, it wasn’t mine.
It’s 4 o’clock in the morning
I wish you guys would stay awake
Cause morning comes too fast and i can’t let this cup slip past
I wish i could but that’s not the case
I wish i could then i see your face
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning
And you’re all asleep again
I know it’s bedtime for you but there’s this thing i got to do
And right now i could use a friend.
It’s six o’clock in the morning.
I hear some footsteps on their way
You’re gonna hear some things that you don’t want to hear
You’re gonna say some things you don’t mean to say
But I understand. more than you know.
Now I gotta go. we’ll talk again.
I’m gonna hang out with some guys. see the countryside.
Then it’s up to Dad’s for the weekend.
I never wanted to fold.
I wanted me and mary to grow old.
But sometimes this life, it’s not just children and a wife.
Sometimes it’s just doing what you’re told.
It’s one o’clock sunday morning
words and music by robb
All Glory is to Christ Alone.