Fool with a Fancy Guitar
Embracing Redemption: Priest and Prince in the Kingdom
Lyrics
One two three two.
Counting off, setting the stage.
It's so easy to cash in these chips on my shoulder,
Expressing the ease of harboring resentment.
So easy to lose this whole tongue like a tiger.
Comparing the potential loss of speech to a fierce, silent predator.
It's easy to let all this bitterness smolder,
Highlighting the simplicity of letting bitterness linger.
Just to hide it away like a cigarette lighter.
Describing the act of concealing bitterness, drawing a parallel to hiding a cigarette lighter.
It's easy to curse and to hurt and to hinder.
Pointing out the ease of cursing and causing harm.
It's easy to not have the heart to remember
Reflecting on the challenge of remembering one's noble identity as a priest and prince in God's kingdom.
That I am a priest and a prince in the kingdom of God.
Affirming the dual identity as a priest and prince in the kingdom of God.
I've got voices that scream in my head like a siren,
Acknowledging inner turmoil manifested through intrusive thoughts.
Fears that I feel in the night when I sleep.
Admitting to nighttime fears and anxieties.
Stupid choices I made when I laid in the mire,
Regretting foolish decisions made in challenging circumstances.
Like a kid in the mud on some dirty, blind street.
Illustrating a metaphorical state of being stuck in the metaphorical mud of life.
I've got sorrow to spare, I've got loneliness too.
Expressing an abundance of sorrow and loneliness.
I've got blood on these hands that hold on to the truth,
Acknowledging a sense of guilt or wrongdoing.
That I am a priest and a prince in the kingdom of God.
Reaffirming the identity as a priest and prince in the kingdom of God despite flaws.
Well I swore on the bible to not tell a lie, but I've lied and lied.
Confessing to breaking a promise not to lie.
And I've crossed my heart and I hoped to die, and I've died and died.
Expressing a sense of repeated failure and disappointment.
But if it's true that you gathered my sin in your hand and you cast it as far as the east from the west,
Pondering the possibility of divine forgiveness, using imagery of distance (east from the west).
If it's true that you put on the flesh of a man, and you walked in my shoes through the shadow of death,
Reflecting on the incarnation and empathy of God in human experience.
If it's true that you dwell in the halls of my heart, then I'm not just a fool with a fancy guitar.
Acknowledging a personal connection with God, transcending a mere musical identity.
No, I am a priest and a prince in the kingdom, I am a priest and a prince in the kingdom of God.
Reiterating the dual identity as a priest and prince in the kingdom of God.
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