Typical Mute Math

I had a great church service,
God lead me in ways, he never has,
I find myself becoming jealous of the wise men and shepherds
How I wish I could be them,
travel to see the Saviour of the world
See the God made flesh with my own eyes.

And day turns into evening,
and I'm starting to doubt
starting to reverse.
I doubt all that's happened.
Put on old eyes,
and think about how silly such thinking is.
So I pray that God
break this shell,
help me see you.
Break this unbelief.
I know it will return,
but again I will call on you,
you are a fountain that never runs dry.
Thank you God

"‘Cause I know there’s got to be another level
Somewhere closer to the other side
And I’m feeling like it’s now or never
Can I break the spell of the typical

I’ve lived through my share of misfortune
And I’ve worked in the blazing sun
But how long should it take somebody
Before they can be someone"
Typical Mute Math

I guess it's me,
you put me in box, I try to break it.
If everyone is doing something I'll try something else.
I'd much rather hang out with real people than the typical.
How do I determine typical or real well I have no idea, but I can sure feel it.
Maybe it's the blocks set up, maybe it's the vulnerability.