Permission

Restraint was the hope I would pray for Is that like asking for the chains? Surrendering palms up into the enemy's hands? Let's surrender Psalms up and may way for the rain. When permission is given I will run. Fast. I will dig up the boldness of my past And it will never leave the gas. Please tell me, King 'Cause when I hear the trickling The sound of oil tripping over The rim of this cup Then will I sing. So make it known, Permission is the thing Holding back these dancing feet. I remember when they told me girl, don't you make a scene Don't they know? I'm not here to flaunt my wings I am shouting for the King of Kings.