caught in the middle

Somewhere between the hot and the cold,

Somewhere between the new and the old,

Somewhere between, who I am and who I used to be:

Somewhere in the middle, you’ll find me.

Somewhere between the wrong and the right,

Somewhere between the darkness and the light,

Somewhere between, who I was, and who your making me:

Somewhere in the middle, you’ll find me. 

Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender,

Without losing all controll?

Fearless warriors in a picket fence,

Reckless abandon, wrapped in common sense,

Deepwater faith in the shallow end,

And we are caught in the middle

With eyes wide opened to the differences:

The god we want and the God who is.

But will we trade our dreams for His? Or are we caught in the middle.

Somewhere between my heart and my hands,

Somewhere between, my faith and my plans,

 Somewhere between the safety of the boat and the crashing waves;

Somewhere between a whisper and a roar,

Somewhere between the altar and the door,

Somewhere between, contented peace and always wanting more,

Somewhere in the middle, you’ll find me.

Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender,

Without losing all controll?

(chorus again)

Lord, I feel you in this place,

And I know your by my side,

Loving me even all these nights:

When I’m caught in the middle.

Mark Hall.

That may or may not have sense to you. But, typing it out, it’s all to clear.

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