"Be my absolution"

I can't count music very well, Father. The beat escapes me just as quickly as it ceases to be clearly spelled out. Why am I this simple? And what's worse is that I lose sight of Your promises almost as quickly--almost as if they need to be dangling like a carrot always in front of my nose. But that illustration falls short, for the carrot is never obtained, rendering that promise false. And You are true to Your promises! Help me to not only see the flags that enumerate musical time, but also the flags that point to Your promises spelled out in Scripture.

Reaching, always reaching, never reaching solid ground.
Seeking, always seeking, never seeking what I've found.


Hey, baptize my mind.
Hey, baptize my eyes.
Hey, baptize my mind--
for this seed to give birth to life,
first it must die.


Both my hands are filled with guilt. (Be my absolution!)
Both my eyes are blind with filth. (Be my absolution, be my absolution!)



Hey, baptize my mind.
Hey, baptize my eyes.
Hey, baptize my mind--
for these seeds to give birth to life,
first they must die. x2
"Baptize My Mind," Jon Foreman.