If the clock could count, perhaps time would help.
But he only speaks.
We gotta dig our own graves....
Dieing is easy, living is the real challenge.
Getting up day after day, and doing it all again....
This is hard.
Jesus Christ, you made it easy to live;
Jesus Christ, you made it easy to love.
So here we are, grieving again....
Filling a cup with tears, just to bottom up, again....
Just hold me, just hold me, my love, please....
Just hold me~
Armor is heavy, and Lord I wear you heavily....
Which way do we march; alone, so utterly lonesome.......
With not a body to cuddle, and not a shoulder to drench with these tears....
I may have many angels, and a very persistent lover.
But they can't hold me, not yet, not like this.......
Jesus Christ may lift my head, but my heart just keeps falling.
Jesus Christ may hold my hand, but my feet just keep slipping.
Jesus Christ may establish my step, but I simply can't muster any intent.
Jesus Christ may watch over me, but I'm just sitting and sulking, not really waiting, just existing~
To what do I owe, such gravity?
That my whole back arches, and my mind caves.
As the dust settles, I can see clearly.
You're here with me, through thick and thin.
My knees ache for all the bending they have conceived.
My forearms are crushed under my head.
I think my neck has strength, but I can't be certain.
If I open my eyes, I am blinded by streams....
Keeping every face I have seen from bleeding my sanity to vanity~
I never realized enemies desire destruction.
For I always desired their best~
Grace saves my life again and again, but I beg for them to not be left behind again!~
The narrow path of salvation feels cruel.
But the wide path of destruction is gutless~
Neither satisfies.
But their the only choices.......
**** it! Why won't you all be saved!
**** it~