Clear the Stage

"Cause you can sing all you want to
Yes you can sing all you want to
and still get it wrong." -Jimmy Needham

Clearing the stage,
Doing what you must
to clear the dusty idols
been taking the spotlight
far too long.

Can it simply be done, every tear of frustration of how things are, how things are not, is it enough for it to be a thought or must it sit upon my tongue for longer before the courage appears to release it. I cannot clear these idols alone. They remain, though one replaced, it remains. Knuckles still white, undoubtedly from my soul aching in frustration. Release white knuckles! Take heart for these white knuckles are bloodied from a man whom I struck. Bloody from a righteous covering I do not deserve. Past the cross, the skin that once was simply animal is not temporary, but permanent.