The Point of Arrival

First it is a bitter pill 
A rubber band stretched ‘til it snaps 
Sitting crossed legged on the floor 
My empty hands are in my lap 

What is to become of  me 
Here at my surrendering 
Where I arrive at the end 
The place where I begin again 

First we fold in, then open out 
There is a faith that’s only found in doubt  
Acceptance is the closing of a cycle 
The end that marks the point of arrival 

This is where I lay it down  
What I don't want to haul around 
The buzzing of what can't be seen 
And living always in-between. 

First we fold in, then open out 
There is a faith that’s only found in doubt  
Acceptance is the closing of a cycle 
The end that marks the point of arrival 

Looking down at my hands 
Finally I understand 
The empty space has changed somehow 
And it’s filled with hallelujah now. 

Hallelujah. hallelu 
It’s hard as stone, but yet it's true 
Acceptance is the closing of a cycle 
The end that marks the point of arrival 

If I let go of who's to blame 
Of what can’t be changed 
And will never be the same 
Close the book, one last look 
Letting go of all the time it took 

Hallelujah hallelujah.  
Hallelujah hallelujah. 
Hallelujah hallelujah

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