I have scars on my kneecaps from the nights I would
beg God to take me
Mainly because I was too much of a coward to do it myself
Sometimes I wonder if He didn’t hear
or if His answer was no
or if He just wasn't near
or if I have something to show
but much like back then,
I still don't know
I try to fight this concept,
day in and day out
Cause if He didn’t hear me then,
does He still not hear me now?
I pray that my prayers make it past my ceiling
straight to His ears
on my floor I’m kneeling
How many more tears do I have to count till they dry
I’m running out of fingers,
I’m running out of pride
What type of humility is He trying to teach
They say God is so attainable so why can’t I reach?