News from back home
No longer look forward to answering my phone
How do things keep going from bad to worse?
The world keeps moving forward yet, somehow we stuck in reverse.
Faith is weak
Speaking to a God that chooses not to speak
Did you hear me?  
Crying out for you?
I said my faith is weak
Somehow I want you to restore it
I want my cup to runneth over, with your mercy
But you choose not to pour it
Someone said once that you persecute the weak because it makes you feel strong.
I guess me and this someone can finally get along.
A shared perspective, the testimonies collected by those you've neglected.
And it's so hard, not to be jealous and envious in this day and age
When you choose to promote others but keep the rest of us on the below ground stage.
It just leaves us further enraged
We're trapped.
Helpless like wild animals in a cage.
And when we act out, then it's frowned upon
Are you there God?
Because I can only keep the beast tamed within for so long.