Born Again
Sitting in the back of my grandmas car after church on a Sunday
The wind whooshing through the back seat from the open window
She asked if I wanted to go to heaven, I said someday
She said “do you believe Jesus Christ, died on the cross for your sins and came back from the dead?” I said I do
I never cried
But that was the day that a 6 year old died in the backseat of her 84 Plymouth
Now heaven is the place I haven’t been but yet I miss it?
Or do I miss the people from my life who now call it home?
I’m curious but not in any rush to know
I strive so hard for the unattainable version of myself that I want to be
But it’s hardly every the cross that gets me down on my knees
Been 22 years since that car ride and I still teeter the line
My soul is in bondage and I can feel the lion
On the prowl towards me, it’s days prey
My back against the wall all I can do is pray
I shattered the cage my shackles unchained
I come out a new man, saved, unscathed
What good is this body full of flesh?
For when I die it’s the only thing that’s left
I walk with the Lord, I never walk alone
I died in that backseat, and Heaven is my home