I find myself ashamed and fearful
wondering how I can talk to you
how I approach you
a love so perfect, you ask us to strive
I feel defeated often before I begin
but a man, doomed from birth; in sin
how to maintain my optimism, or excuse me, my faith
when asked to fight to achieve something we've been told is unattainable
I feel like my life will end in disgrace
my hope is in you, and you alone
no faith in MY flesh, within me is nothing but wrong
the spirit is willing, but man is my flesh weak
a hunger so huge, which one will I feed
as my spirit starts to whisper
myself starts to scream
no one's righteous around me, only you know the heart
judged by many, hated by most
no longer a fight for your love, but a fight to be right
who can make it the fastest
man's shortcut to the stairway to heaven
ridiculous teaching, life passes you by
nothing but confusion is left behind
now who am I?
God who are you?
Deceived and tricked, trying to find the answer to the wrong question
the one at hand is now what will you do now that you know man is not the way?
how will you stand before Him in the last day?
will you excuse yourself because you were mislead?
no, but we did not have the vision, it said very clear
lean not to your own understanding
the answers were RIGHT HERE
all you have is the word, but you looked to the man
now neither one of you will make it
and all I can say is...damn...