I knew the punishment would be cruel
Always dancing with the devil
Releasing prayers as a fool
Glutton for punishment
Robbing Christ of His tithes
Counting endless communions
Without a saint in sight
I did it to myself
Somehow believing faith would save me
I did it to myself
Knowing destruction couldn’t phase me
Wrapped up in the tensions of the mind
Wondering why anxiety slaughtered depression
Mental health was no figment
With a heart congested
I watched so many fall victim
To the venom of snakes
Yet I did it to myself
While praying for His grace
There they stood rambling
Wondering could God really save
But how can you believe
If you’ve never seen His face?
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