Sit It On The Sidewalk

It takes faith.

I couldn’t tell you how I’m feeling
If it was written on these walls
To me, it’s just a bunch of words

With no meaning at all

They tell me that I’m ‘down’
And that I might be depressed
I’m bursting from the inside

With the feelings I’ve repressed

But I don’t know how to open
This brittle bottle full of fear
That I’ve clung to so desperately

The enemy I hold so dear

If I sat it on the sidewalk
Just sat it down and walked away
Holding my head up

Heading down to church to pray

And I felt their eyes upon me
As I passed each silent face

And I knelt at the altar

Would I feel His grace?

Would Mercy take my burdens
Carry them upon his back
Would Heaven purify

The soul that I’ve turned black?

Would it be so easy
Just to turn it all to Him
To take a cup half-empty

And fill it to the brim

I guess I’ll have to wonder
If His grace is truth or talk
Until I get the faith
To sit it all on that sidewalk.