My heart is broken down, to what I have found
Strength is leaving my side, now I doubt I’m alive
These wounds are deep within, forgotten with my sin
Oh why must I cry inside
Let these tears release, from this one that’s least
Why must these swords cut so deep inside me
Let my tears release, let me lift my feet
So I can move to you, and follow the very few, who came before me
Why can’t I see, this path in front of me, Lord open my eyes
Or lead this blind man down a path filled with light
Lord help me fight
Give me the strength I need, to follow your lead
Lord lift me high, when I have fallen down
Oh Lord help me trade wood for a crown
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Growth in God
Basically charting my growth in God
"BUT ALL the optimism of the age had been false and disheartening for this reason, that it had always been trying to prove that we fit in to the world. The Christian optimism is based on the fact that we do NOT fit in to the world." - G.K. Chesterton