Story Behind the Song
By Rob Cain:
DEPRESSION IS ONLY ONE FACE OF THE FLESH.
SELF ESTEEM AND All STRENGTHS OF THE SELF
ARE ALSO OF THE FLESH.
FOR NO FLESH WILL GLORY IN HIS PRESENCE.
WE SHOULD WALK NOT IN THE FLESH.
RATHER, BY FAITH, WE SHOULD WALK
IN THE SPIRIT AND THEN THE WEAKNESSES
(AND THE STRENGTHS) OF THE FLESH
WILL HAVE NO DOMINION OVER US.
WE ARE TO LOSE NOT JUST OUR WEAKNESSES
BUT ALSO OUR STRENGTHS.
FOR WE ARE TO LOSE OUR WHOLE LIVES IN
CHRIST. AND ONLY THEN HAVE WE FOUND IT.
Lyrics
Depression wants to you for a ride, one way
So if you're wandering through the wilderness
with your hopes still in the flesh,
to hitchhike
Your patience has grown thin
for salvation from above
horizontal hopes up deserts long
dusty fantasy road
your mind is dehydrated
from the well which you once drew
with visions of Coca Cola square dancing,
two by two
Depression wants to take you for a ride, cruel ride
So if you're wandering through the wilderness
with your hopes still in the flesh,
to hitchhike
What's that cloud of dust ahead, looks like a
black Mercedes-Benz
slowing down to stop and offer his open
invitation, he said,
Hey bud where you headed with your knapsack
on your back
Your feet look sore, your knees look
and your eyes look tired
like you have not slept a wink
I know your Daddy told you not to talk to
anti-pilgrim strangers
and not to climb aboard any unorthorized
containers
but as you can see this chariot's been equipped
for folks like you
with custom walnut dash and leather seats,
just smell that deja-vu
Haven't I been here before!
Come on now, do I seem dangerous, I'm a
local in these parts
I've been cruising through this desert waste
to and fro, back and forth,
in hope to help a poor pilgrim from getting
caught out after dusk
and lose that precious little light to see
the Promised Land turn off
It's in your best interest, stop hesitating
hop in
Thank you very much kind sir
If you only knew
Have you seen my brothers on this road,
are you a pilgrim too?
Not exactly in that way defined,
though I've come from afar
I'm an ancient teacher on furlough,
some even call me lord
I'd watch that sir if I were you,
it's true God is not mocked
He bled and died and rose again
to earn that solid rock,
titles like; King of kings and Lord of lords,
the Christ, Emmanuel
I'm sure you've heard about the babe
who saved us all from hell
Oh, there's my tun off, I said,
there's my turn off
Listen up boy..
my second cousin, twice removed,
tried to nip him in th bud
he never could take orders well
that puppet king Herod
I filled His own kin up with envy,
the pharisees laid the plot
to offer thirty pieces to fill empty
J. Iscariot
And if that wasn't enough..
I got his best friend Pete to deny him thrice
before the dawn patrol cock crowed
then Pontius Pilate almost let him go
because the case was full of holes
But I moved the mob to envy,
saying crucify him, hang him high
and give us dearly beloved Barabbas
and with the Lamb go sacrifice
So that was you who'd thought you'd play
your hand against
His will, frustration like that often helps
lost souls like mine get sealed, in blood
So I'm not sure if I should praise God
for the part you played
darkness like yours gives contrast to
the light the Father paints
Depression wants to take you, for a ride, one way
so if you're wandering throught the wilderness
with your hope still in the flesh,
to hitchhike
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