Moses parted the Red Sea, the great giant was slain by a boy with a sling, yet I can't even get you to love me, to hear me, to speak to me. I scream and cry to see a sign in the great divide, but nothing. I hear nothing only silence quiet as the day the towers fell or at the gates of hell. I'm trapped in a prison of my own self doubts and loathing and forget one lesson you taught me. You said do not fear for I am with you yet I seem to doubt you. You tell me I am beautiful and perfectly made yet I sit and curse your name. You still love me even tho I do not deserve your love. I am a flower and you are the sun. In your absence I feel weak and cold but in your embrace I feel strong and bold. I know now that greatness lives in me, and the demons in my head are just lies I tell to try to better myself but there is nothing to better I am perfectly made in your great hands and I know I am a better man. I know that in your eyes I am forgiven because when you said it was finished you meant it. I don't deserve your mercy or the love you give me but everyday I will take it.