Heaven feels far away.
With exhaustion I sway.
Trying to run the good race.
But it seems evil is more of my pace.
With every sin I still want to be holy.
Born into darkness it swallows my heart.
A soul full of sin rips me apart.
I can hear it's voice in my head.
A shiver down my spine, full of dread.
I collapse to the ground, in sin I'm bound.
My actions make me sick.
My body aches, my hands shake.
I look to Heaven and know God is ashamed.
Of the things I've done, and this monster I've become.
Isolated from His grace I lie down.
But I still reject Satan's offer of a crown.
Despite my actions I don't want to live in darkness.
Living like a husk, heartless.
Maybe God will see my plight.
And resurrect me with his light.
He'll put me back on His holy path.
We'll walk together and won't look back.