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A Moment OF Weakness
Dear Lord, I come to you in a moment of weakness - you gave me this life, but now I'm wondering if I should keep it. I'm cornered alone in the streets; with my 45 pistol beneath darkness I creep, though I'm conscious of the counsel you have on the meek. In your written pages - the works of your words you gave, but to my ear it seem I need someone to teach it; my mind is too clouded to reach it.
The truth is bitterly insipid, so I'm in love with the sweet taste of the lies that often goes by. I know it's wrong I can't deny, but hard enough maybe I hadn't try to fight the incoming tide. So many days behind my fake smile I hide pretending all is alright, but if you cut me with a knife - all you might see is white, because I'm drained from bitter sorrows that shine's in my life, yet gives off no light.
My past life I hope Lord your words would kill, yet sadly in it I still live.
My own grave so many times I've dig, for in this false sense of freedom I rather not live. Your sweet words taught me how to forgive, but still to my silent outcry hate forever spills.
My world is I lie, so at times to reach out to you Lord I don't even try - because even the most hidden thoughts are not conceal from your sight.
Beneath my burdens alone I cried, tears are the only arms wrapped tightly around my pillows at night.
In my mind eye's I search for you Lord, but in my distress I lost your sight. In my weakness I forget my might to fight - so long I cry and still no tears mark my eyes.
Lord I embedded my thoughts in your grace, for a brief moment you looked upon my face - but lust and heartache lead me astray...I'm neither blinded or confused, yet I lost my way.
In my mental soundness I've recanted my faith, now I'm left buried in an abyss of decay with no words to say. With this breath Lord I hope from this darkness I'll find my way. Upon my knees now I know not the words to say; please teach me again your voice to obey. My heart should be red, but if you cut open my chest I know it's grey. My heart is cold, but I wasn't born this way; from your hands Lord I'm waiting for a change. Please listen to my voice when I call upon your name.
© Lil Kryz
The truth is bitterly insipid, so I'm in love with the sweet taste of the lies that often goes by. I know it's wrong I can't deny, but hard enough maybe I hadn't try to fight the incoming tide. So many days behind my fake smile I hide pretending all is alright, but if you cut me with a knife - all you might see is white, because I'm drained from bitter sorrows that shine's in my life, yet gives off no light.
My past life I hope Lord your words would kill, yet sadly in it I still live.
My own grave so many times I've dig, for in this false sense of freedom I rather not live. Your sweet words taught me how to forgive, but still to my silent outcry hate forever spills.
My world is I lie, so at times to reach out to you Lord I don't even try - because even the most hidden thoughts are not conceal from your sight.
Beneath my burdens alone I cried, tears are the only arms wrapped tightly around my pillows at night.
In my mind eye's I search for you Lord, but in my distress I lost your sight. In my weakness I forget my might to fight - so long I cry and still no tears mark my eyes.
Lord I embedded my thoughts in your grace, for a brief moment you looked upon my face - but lust and heartache lead me astray...I'm neither blinded or confused, yet I lost my way.
In my mental soundness I've recanted my faith, now I'm left buried in an abyss of decay with no words to say. With this breath Lord I hope from this darkness I'll find my way. Upon my knees now I know not the words to say; please teach me again your voice to obey. My heart should be red, but if you cut open my chest I know it's grey. My heart is cold, but I wasn't born this way; from your hands Lord I'm waiting for a change. Please listen to my voice when I call upon your name.
© Lil Kryz
