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We were sitting there nervous trying to keep our eyes from making contact
We were in an uncomfortable situation, avoiding eye contact.
You were laying there looking worse than you had looked the previous Sunday
You appeared worse than before, possibly emotionally or physically.
I was trying to imagine how it felt for you and you released it
I tried to empathize with your feelings as you let them out.
Tried to put myself inside your shoes and felt like that was selfish
Attempting to understand your perspective felt selfish.
I don't know what it looks like where you are but I mean it must look better
I don't know your current state, but it surely must be better than just waiting for the end.
Than just laying around and counting down until you meet your Maker
Imagining the anticipation of meeting your Maker.
I imagine that He held your hand and showed you that you're far from perfect
Envisioning God's comforting presence, acknowledging imperfection.
That every single person he created has been a screw up you can't help it
Recognizing that every person is flawed and can't escape it.
Might as well just take that blame take off your shoes start getting comfy
Suggesting acceptance of blame and making oneself comfortable.
There is nothing but forgiveness here the journey's over glad you met me
Emphasizing a space of forgiveness, expressing gratitude for the journey.
There is nothing but deliverance here pure and logic than you could be
Highlighting an atmosphere of deliverance and logical thinking.
And all the judgement that He yelled about is more about yourself than you'd think
Stating that judgment is often self-directed rather than external.
I'm a 7 page laundry list of sinful deeds I swore were not me
Personal admission of sinful deeds that don't align with one's identity.
And I felt you're the shadow of my death still scares the soul out me
A haunting feeling of mortality and the impact of your presence.
I couldn't even wrap my head around how I could find a throne for judging
Struggling to comprehend the ability to judge others.
Still I sat there quietly, resenting you, resenting daddy
Quietly harboring resentment towards someone, possibly a father figure.
And all that I can do is hope and hope and hope that the Lord will treat me
Expressing hope that the divine will treat the speaker as kindly as believed for the person who passed away.
The way that I believe he treated you when you left this earth and body
Reflecting on the belief that the departed individual received benevolent treatment from the Lord after leaving the earthly body.
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