Time to turn around, do an about face
No wonder I stumble trying to complete this so-called race
So exhausted from thinking I have to win it
No, no, no, all we were called to do is finish
Trying to look cute, sound clever, and dignified each day
When God doesn’t even recognize me when I dress my soul that way
Out of fear to be seen helpless on the ground
I cover up my scars and bruises when others come around
Dirty, lost girl seems like a beauty queen when you look
But only because she’s good at hiding the beatings she took
Time to turn around, do an about face
No wonder I stumble trying to complete this so-called race
So exhausted from thinking I have to win it
No, no, no, all we were called to do is finish
So sure of how everything’s supposed to go
Didn’t even listen when God when told me no
Sometimes I just get so tired and frustrated that I give into sin
Which brings me to pleading with God to take me back again
With a foot in the grave and a shovel in hand
I break all my promises yet continue to demand
I keep on digging a deeper and darker hole
I’m ashamed at how good I’ve gotten at playing this role
Time to turn around, do an about face
No wonder I stumble trying to complete this so-called race
So exhausted from thinking I have to win it
No, no, no, all we were called to do is finish
With my hands up and the tears flowing down
I accept the only One who deserves to wear the crown
This life of mine will no longer go to waste
Amen, Glory to God, your greatness I can taste
Turned around, did an about face
Let go of thinking life is only a race
No more giving into the belief I have to win it
Yes, Jesus, Yes, I’ll hold your hand to the finish
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