Sitting here, these empty walls give a glimpse of my heart’s condition
Need some consolation, and some sincere recognition
I loved my life once, but now things I can’t control
Are fastening their grip, and taking their toll…
I feel nothing, standing in a crowded cathedral of masquerading facades
God find a way, help me struggle through these decreasing odds
I know You’re there, but the times ahead are too much
You’re benevolent, so show me how to see the potter’s touch
This is where I take a stand, this is where the rubber hits the road.
This is where God decides if my cries are worth his attention.
I speak, and hear nothing.
Yet, I linger on, knowing that in the stillness there is Something.
Reveal Yourself to me!
I’m pissed, and fed up with this frustration
This life is too little revelry and too filled with contemplation
They say Jesus came for the sick, weary, and broken
Am I not worthy enough to be woken?
Will you ever come help me conquer my ‘stone’?
Or am I merely left here to rot alone?
I sit here, considering secession from life by soaking up on wine
I lay here God, and I wonder where the hell are You in this life of mine…
This is where I take a stand, this is where the rubber hits the road.
This is where God decides if my cries are worth his attention.
I speak, and hear nothing.
Yet, I linger now, knowing that in the stillness there is Something.
Reveal Yourself to me!
You are here I know it!
So cut the nonsense and show it!
Is it too much to ask for recognition?
Or was this all along, a superstition?
Here I am God, broken and fragile
I need you now, stuck in a place so vile…
This is where I take a stand, this is where the rubber hits the road.
This is where God decides if my cries are worth his attention.
I scream, and hear nothing.
Yet, I linger forever, knowing that in the stillness there is Something.
Reveal Yourself to me!
REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME!
REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME!
REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME!
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