Last Man Standing

Well, I’ve been walking through the desert
and my shoes are filled with sand
I’m going to meet the artist
currently known as the man
He’s got a new design each day
one that’s beautiful, bright and bold
attracts eyes to my skin
and away from my soul
and now I’m the last man standing
I’m tired of tattoos
I’m the last man standing
and it’s time for me to choose

Well, I’ve been living in comfort
and my world is at ease
everything seems so smooth
and easy to please
but You came knockin’ at my heart
asking me for more
tell me should I run and hide
or walk with You out the door

I’m caught in the garden
between truth and status quo
the sweat fills with blood
as I choose which way to go

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