Telling myself I won't go back,
I won't go back.
It's so beautiful, the mirage.
It's so devastating, the brimstone.
If I lose my saltiness, will the Lord turn me into salt?
But I'd rather be a fig tree,
Whom the Lord walked under one day,
Nourished by my fruit.
I can already hear the words you will use,
Ignorant, Fixated, Brainwashed.
But do you question why my heart turns away from
A seemingly good thing?
I have tasted better.
I hear His voice, and it is Life.
Truth, Flowing, and Free.
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