Play this while you read. A lot of people warned me that seminary would be less about learning than I would expect or would maybe even want. Expect lots of reading, expect messiness, expect needy people, expect to be broken. I knew that going in. I promise I did. I crumble at Your kiss and grace I'm a weakling in the dust Teach me how to cling to You With all my life and all my love I think over the years, I've managed to forget what it means to be on a journey. I've always been well aware that the life of following Christ is a work in progress, something where I'm always stretching and growing. But it's different here. The journey is very different. There are a lot of rocks in my road, sometimes boulders I can't move. The bag I'm carrying is heavy and burdensome. Father come to me, hold me up 'cause I can barely stand My strength is gone and my breath is short, I can't reach out my hands But my heart is set on a pilgrimage to heaven's own bright...