Oh, how I wish that my knees were like bark
Hardened and scarred and covered with marks
Calloused and strong from the time they have spent
Fixed to the ground while my prayers were sent
Yes, I do wish they would have grown stronger with time
But I wasted some years as a worldly mime
Chasing after a dream and an empty reward
Never once did I listen or speak to the LORD
But with all those wasted years as a slave unto my sin
The LORD has laid before me a new life to begin
One in which I live for Him and not at all for me
One in which I find myself with hardened bark-like knees
Copyright © 2011 Ryan Bitters
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