I clung to miracles I have not seen From ancient signatures I cannot read Though I've repented I'm still tempted I admit But it's not what bearing witness is
To full of fear and prophecy to see The revelation right in front of me So sick and tired of trying to make the pieces fit cause it's not what bearing witness is
When the gap between what I hoped would be and what is makes me weep for my kids I take a cleansing breath and make a positive confession But is that what bearing witness is?
Though it may alienate your family and blur the lines of your identity Let go of what you know and honor what exists Son, that's what bearing witness is Daughter, that's what bearing witness is
