Enough

I am walking I am treading I am climbing this hill
I am facing I am glancing I am wishing with will
I am striving I am staging I am tired of tire
I am fighting I am biting this old tongue made of fire
You're upon me and I'm holding fast to what I'll never be
Surrounded by the cloud of witnesses who cannot see
And I'm called upon to stand the trial asking all of me
Who I am with who I was with who I hope will set me free

I was born here to beguile,
I was born here to believe
Made for to interpret and created to conceive
I can feel the full eruption long advancing any heat
I'm an alter made for beauty, still preserved and still elite

The heavy weight of all my knowledge reinforces home
It cradles me, indulges me, and carries forth my song
And you in your unfortunately withered, tarnished throng
Will benefit from my attainment, setting right your wrong

Yet, you're upon me and I'm seeing what I'll never hope to be
Surrounded by the cloud of witnesses who cannot see
And I'm called upon to stand the trial asking all of me
Who I am with who I was with who I hope will set me free

Depleted of my hunger I stand still unresolved
To run into a savior's promised hand beneath my fall
As the heart beseeches pleasure I find within your call
The love that I now lack and the heavens I have stalled

I am walking I am treading I am climbing this hill
Please forgive my plated merit you alone can hope to fill