Tyler Ward - Dear Self

► Stream "Dear Self": http://www.hyperurl.co/j5vm6p ► PATREON (help support my music): http://bit.ly/1pRyB2R Making eye contact with my brokenness. . Learning to accept/love the parts of us we don’t like isn’t easy. In fact, it can often be overwhelming and downright miserable. Sometimes the only way to love these jagged edges is to take them out for dinner. Sit with them. Get to know them. . Have a drink with your failure. Eat a meal with that flaw. Hug your shame. Get to know it. Get honest with it. It’s there. And honestly, it’s not going away. So we may as well invite it in and ask what it wants to teach us. . What’s your story, envy? Where did you come from, lust? Why are we always at odds, jealousy? When we’re honest with our fragments, they often and magically loose their power and mystery. And who knows, by the end of the night we may actually become friends with these “faults” and recognize they were never faults at all...imagine, laughing and cracking jokes with our mistakes!?! . It’s one of the hardest things to do, but if we can make eye contact with our brokenness, it seems the other people in our world become much easier and enjoyable to love. Our judgement just kind of falls away…At least that’s what I’ve experienced. But what do I know? . I heard it once said, “get the log out of your eye before you help with the speck in your friends.” Maybe it’s time we take our logs out for some taters and mash. . #love #Matthew7:5 #life #broken ----- CONNECT: http://www.instagram.com/TylerWardMusic http://www.facebook.com/TylerWardMusic http://www.twitter.com/TylerWardMusic http://www.patreon.com/TylerWardMusic /TylerWardTV LYRICS: Swore I’d never end up like this Can’t see past my own mistakes Broken promises turned into habits I’ve gotta do something about this I know, I know I need to start listening Dear Self I’ve gotta write this letter to you I’ll admit I messed up yeah a time or two I finally get what I’m supposed to do Let go It’s not too late to start over again Lesson learned from those things I did And what I thought I could never forgive That’s why I’m writing Dear Self I need you to know that I’m sorry I need you to know Dear Self I need you to know that I’m sorry I need you to know Looking back on all this indecision Finding answers in a bottle or two Shouldn’t be alive but amazing grace Sometimes we all could use a rescue Guess a broken heart is what I needed To remind me she would never fill the deepest part of my soul and I long for innocence, In a sense. Honestly I’ll admit I’m afraid Because love is the answer And I’ve never let it in I swore I’d never end up like this Can’t see past my own mistakes

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