Coming Around

I’m a convict and a jury
With a hard and broken heart
I’m a humble, prideful child
I am found and I am far
‘Cause it’s one side or the other
Off the tightrope as I struggle
For neutral ground

As the black and white are bleeding
As they’re bleeding into gray
I’ve been quick to point in judgment
I’m the first to walk away
From the brothers and the sisters
From the mirror and the tip of my finger

But I’m coming around
I’m coming around
It’s been a long time, coming around
And just when I think I know everything
When I say it out loud, I’ve got it all down
I see it’s a long long time, coming around

The answers were my babies
They were safe inside my nest
Like a mother I was empty
When they flew away and left
And this grace I was left with
I didn’t recognize your face

And I know less than when I started
But I know more of what your heart is
And a Spirit that I never understood
Because I’m not any better
Than the hypocrites or sinners
That I’ve been running from