This is a new song I've written. It sheds light on the human struggle of unforgiveness we can all wrestle with. I buried some truth in the lyric. Here is a live video (with LYRIC below) from a recent show I played with Thin Places Band at The Rooster Party - Bootlegger's Ball. It was also the first time I wore a pair of cowboy boots with a flannel.


Love hates unforgiveness, like a sickness
It rots your bones and chokes your soul
Like a mistress, off in the distance
She makes your bed in the depths of hell (Sheol)

I had a conversation with the prince of darkness
He was throwing stones up on my shoulder
He told me hold your head up so high
You will always be my bitter soldier

But I feel the hand of freedom in my prison
He is patiently waiting for me at my well
He tells me my grace is upon you
So dust yourself off from this wicked spell

I'm not sleeping in this bed tonight
But I'm still behind the bars of bitterness
Lord, give us all our daily bread
And deliver us from this bloodshed
And forgive us for all of our sins
Just as we forgive those who have sinned