Lay It Down - Michael Sweet

We all are vessels of amity

But we want to wrestle

With our own destiny

Our own salvation

Is a narrow road

Paved with explanations

It’s starting to erode

Lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down

We are perfected as ancient trees

But we feel rejected

Like a new disease

What will it take for us to see

We’re not a mistake

Or a losing plea (if we)

Lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down