You've already made too many mistakes
To ever amount to anything great
You're not allowed to dream out loud
You're far too young to even count
And much too poor without any doubt
You haven't done nearly enough
To deserve any grace or anyone's love.
God speak truth
To the lies that we've believed
Instead of You
You're in the wrong city for that line of work
and you'll never make it unless you're a jerk
Live for yourself and store up more wealth
We've traded in dreams and our youthful ideals
For less noble themes of paying the bills
And trying our best to look like the rest
While hiding our fears by the way we are dressed
God speak Truth
To the paychecks we have trusted
Instead of You
About:
A few years ago, we got to play in a broken Midwestern town that had been ravaged by drug addiction, teen pregnancy, abuse, suicide, and an incredibly high drop-out rate. The town was known for very little besides being a hub for meth production. A friend of ours spent time with people in the community, and he told us unbelievable stories that broke our hearts. We walked the streets of this town praying for hope and Truth to come and fix all the brokenness. Our friend has a free event in the town every year called Wonder Tour so that the kids there can have something positive to do for a couple of days, and we were fortunate enough to be a part of it.
Later, as I was praying and thinking about the people of this town, it occurred to me that maybe no one had ever told them there was more than what they were living for. Maybe no one had ever told them they were valued simply for being living creatures of God. Maybe no one had encouraged them to dream dreams bigger than the confines of the town. Maybe they had never heard the gospel.
I started to realize how much they are lied to. Then I thought about how much we're all lied to. All our lives we're told we can't do things because we just don't have what it takes by this world's standards. But what if we didn't live by this world's standards? As I drove home, I text messaged myself over and over again with all the things I was thinking, which is not the safest thing to do. A couple of months later, Casey came up with some guitar parts for the song, and I made those text messages rhyme a bit, shaping them into the lyrics for Wonder Tour.
To ever amount to anything great
You're not allowed to dream out loud
You're far too young to even count
And much too poor without any doubt
You haven't done nearly enough
To deserve any grace or anyone's love.
God speak truth
To the lies that we've believed
Instead of You
You're in the wrong city for that line of work
and you'll never make it unless you're a jerk
Live for yourself and store up more wealth
We've traded in dreams and our youthful ideals
For less noble themes of paying the bills
And trying our best to look like the rest
While hiding our fears by the way we are dressed
God speak Truth
To the paychecks we have trusted
Instead of You
About:
A few years ago, we got to play in a broken Midwestern town that had been ravaged by drug addiction, teen pregnancy, abuse, suicide, and an incredibly high drop-out rate. The town was known for very little besides being a hub for meth production. A friend of ours spent time with people in the community, and he told us unbelievable stories that broke our hearts. We walked the streets of this town praying for hope and Truth to come and fix all the brokenness. Our friend has a free event in the town every year called Wonder Tour so that the kids there can have something positive to do for a couple of days, and we were fortunate enough to be a part of it.
Later, as I was praying and thinking about the people of this town, it occurred to me that maybe no one had ever told them there was more than what they were living for. Maybe no one had ever told them they were valued simply for being living creatures of God. Maybe no one had encouraged them to dream dreams bigger than the confines of the town. Maybe they had never heard the gospel.
I started to realize how much they are lied to. Then I thought about how much we're all lied to. All our lives we're told we can't do things because we just don't have what it takes by this world's standards. But what if we didn't live by this world's standards? As I drove home, I text messaged myself over and over again with all the things I was thinking, which is not the safest thing to do. A couple of months later, Casey came up with some guitar parts for the song, and I made those text messages rhyme a bit, shaping them into the lyrics for Wonder Tour.