The Journey In Verse

I went to see my sister
She was staying with a friend
Who had turned into a preacher
To save the world from sin
He said "First deny your body
Then learn to submit
Pray to be made worthy
And tithe your ten percent"
I said "Is this all there is
Just the letter of the law?"
Something's wrong

(Amy Grant, "What About the Love")

I don't buy this game
It's the same old lie
We're just changing the name

We're still running into the wind
And leading a life of crime
Though we deny it
We show our colors under the gun
We're still running into the wind
And living on borrowed time
Don't try to hide it
We can't undo the things that are done

(AD, "Life of Crime")

Hey baby are you listening
I've battened all the hatches down
I've taken all of your prescriptions
But no remedy I've found

Counting the days
Until some freedom can scream my name
Counting the days
Until the gods break these chains

(Collective Soul, "Counting the Days")

This is your life
Are you who you want to be?
This is your life
Are you who you want to be?
This is your life
Is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger
And you had everything to lose?

(Switchfoot, "This Is Your Life")

So what, so I've got a smile on
It's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don't believe me, don't believe me
When I say I've got it down

Everybody is just a stranger, but
That's the danger in going my own way
I guess it's the price I have to pay
Still "everything happens for a reason"
Is no reason not to ask myself

If I'm living it right
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, Georgia, why?

(John Mayer, "Why Georgia")

Questions fall like showers of endless rain
Into oceans of the unexplained
Someday it all will be made known
I can give no rationale or words of wisdom
Just a cloudy paraphrase
God works in mysterious ways

State of wonder, state of grace
Pieces falling into place
It's more than just an old cliché
God works in mysterious ways

(Kim Hill, "Mysterious Ways")

And I don't know much but I found you here
And I cannot wait another year
Don't know where you're coming from but you're coming soon

To a kid from Oregon by way of California
All of this is more than I’ve ever known or seen

Come on and we'll sing, like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
Come on and we'll try, one last time
I'm off of the floor one more time to find you

And here we go, there's nothing left to choose
And here we go, there's nothing left to lose

(Mat Kearney, "Nothing Left To Lose")