The Innocence Exchange

From a cluttered room, into the world, I write these songs,

To cast before your feet, like tribute to a king, to right these wrongs.

Hopeless attempts to buy my way, when the fare’s been paid,

Now what can I say? When the punishment upon you was laid.

Now I’m caught in this glorious confusion,

Transformed with a holiness transfusion,

My salvation in the world’s eyes, a contradiction,

The man on the tree, deaths inescapable depiction.

In that last moment, the meaning of it all did change,

And we were made new, in this innocence exchange.

From an upperfloor room, into the world, they took these holy words,

To see the world remade, their tribute to a king, becoming shepherds.

Guileless attempts to show the way, across the bridge, home,

Now what can they say? As heaven’s fields now they roam.

Now I’m caught in this glorious confusion,

Transformed with a holiness transfusion,

My salvation in the world’s eyes, a contradiction,

The man on the tree, deaths inescapable depiction.

In that last moment, the meaning of it all did change,

And we were made new, in this innocence exchange.

Now we stand in this, our kings insurgency,

Born into a world at war, still we will make a stand,

Looking back I see my history,

Broken down, lost, you took my hand.

And I was made new, in this innocence exchange.