Why does sin linger at my porch
as if I know not what it brings...
Destruction has eyes of fury
in the eyes, it stares me down
My door swings open at the wind of malice
but shuts at the remorse of guilt
Ashamed of my roots, my being is questioned
do I deserve it?
No, How dare I...
I am not to feel as if I deserve, but to feel out of gratitude
to push on as if my breathe was to go a top everest
longing for the day of ever rest with my Father
I beg, do not scorch me
I am wanting to diverge,
Though my home has a porch of dirt that snaps at my ankle while I escape
my door shuts...
It's too late
evil has entered,
we are back at the start.
My cry is loud Lord
My wailing is a top the waves
I know you hear me, I know
Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 10:09 AM UTC
Why does sin linger at my porch
as if I know not what it brings...
Destruction has eyes of fury
in the eyes, it stares me down
My door swings open at the wind of malice
but shuts at the remorse of guilt
Ashamed of my roots, my being is questioned
do I deserve it?
No, How dare I...
I am not to feel as if I deserve, but to feel out of gratitude
to push on as if my breathe was to go a top everest
longing for the day of ever rest with my Father
I beg, do not scorch me
I am wanting to diverge,
Though my home has a porch of dirt that snaps at my ankle while I escape
my door shuts...
It's too late
evil has entered,
we are back at the start.
My cry is loud Lord
My wailing is a top the waves
I know you hear me, I know
