Awake My Soul...

by Mumford and Sons

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes.
I struggle to find any truth in your lies.
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know.
My weakness I feel I must finally show.

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all.
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall.
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see.
But your soul you must keep, totally free.

Ah, ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Awake my soul.

Awake my soul.

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes.
I struggle to find any truth in your lies.
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know.
My weakness I feel I must finally show.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, Ah, ah, ah, ah.

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die.
Where you invest your love, you invest your life.
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die.
Where you invest your love, you invest your life.

Awake my soul.

Awake my soul.
Awake my soul.
For you were made to meet your maker.
Awake my soul.

Awake my soul.
Awake my soul.
For you were made to meet your maker,
You were made to meet your maker.

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If you have this album, then you know the feeling of this song. It's epic and beautiful...wonderful and touching.

I don't experience God the same way you do....I can pretty much guarantee it. That's part of the beauty of a relationship--it is different for every single person, because every single person is different.

I dont' find God in a church. He doesn't reach me there...He hasn't in a very long time.

But lend me your eyes, and I'll change what you see.

In the brightness of day, I turn my face skyward...and the warm rays soak my skin...I get goosebumps. I feel God wrapping his arms around me, saying "I am right here. I always have been, and I always will be."

As the sun sets, I am mesmerized by the brilliant colors...as my eyes dance across the horizon, I see God smiling at me, saying "I am right here. I always have been, and I always will be."

As my hands brush wheat and grass, the rough and the smooth awakening my fingertips...I feel God's touch. He holds His fingertips out, saying "I am right here. I always have been, and I always will be."

As I climb up a large rock, its surface warmed by the sun; when my hands find the perfect hold...I feel God's hand holding mine as He says, "I am right here. I always have been, and I always will be."

In the dark quiet of the night, the cool breeze blows past...rustling the leaves on the trees. I hear God's whisper saying "I am right here. I always have been, and I always will be."

God awakens my soul, not in a church...but in His home where He meets me.

He made me the way I am, and so He meets me where He knows He can reach me best.

Where I see God in the green grass, the tiniest calf in the field, the blue of the sky and the surreal clouds; others may see Him at the pulpit at a church, in the words of a hymnal or sermon, or even in the fellowship of others.

How can I deny how I have been made? I can't. There is a reason for the way I am, and someday I will know that reason.

For now, I will embrace it.

And I will continue to build my relationship the only way I know how.

Lend me your eyes, I can change what you see...but your soul you must keep totally free.

Awake my soul.

For I was made to meet my Maker.