It must be so hard being a new Christian with a worldly past,
I pictured a thicket, a briar of dead brambles roses surrounding guys
who were trying so hard to break through from the old life but were being torn apart wanting to live their new life, but the past keeps complicating the reality of their walk with God and worldly standards keep clouding the way
Caught up in a briar
Caught up in a briar
A tangled web of past life,
Trying to break free
Struggling to breakthrough
Being torn apart
With thorns of condemnation
Vines wound round my feet pulling me down,
Hacking down who I was
Trying to break free
Moving on, but the past
Still weaves a tangled web
The past still a reality.
Clinging on winding round
Like ivy choking the branches
Of the new vine I want to be my
The past is there haunting me
Hindering my future
A new life promised me,
Not easy knowing the way
And making it a reality!
I pictured a thicket, a briar of dead brambles roses surrounding guys
who were trying so hard to break through from the old life but were being torn apart wanting to live their new life, but the past keeps complicating the reality of their walk with God and worldly standards keep clouding the way
Caught up in a briar
Caught up in a briar
A tangled web of past life,
Trying to break free
Struggling to breakthrough
Being torn apart
With thorns of condemnation
Vines wound round my feet pulling me down,
Hacking down who I was
Trying to break free
Moving on, but the past
Still weaves a tangled web
The past still a reality.
Clinging on winding round
Like ivy choking the branches
Of the new vine I want to be my
The past is there haunting me
Hindering my future
A new life promised me,
Not easy knowing the way
And making it a reality!