I'm sick of it
I'm sick of a world who refuses forgiveness
I'm sick of a filthy world
I'm sick of Christians who believe they're somehow better then the world
I'm sick of myself because I struggle with love
I struggle with loving the way my father loves
I struggle to see the world through my fathers eyes
I'm tired of Legalistic people who think they've somehow got it figured out
That think that somehow they're righteous enough
I'm tired of fighting for the dying that I love
When they reject me
But
I will still love them
I will still fight for them
I will strive to love the way my father does
I will fight to give the compassion my father does
I will not bow to pride
I will not bow to lust
I will not bow to greed
I will not waste what I have
I will not give up
I'm tired of this world
And I'm tired of fighting
But I have been given the task of Jeremiah
I have been given the voice to speak
Although many will not listen
None of this is my work
I didn't do any of this
My Father did
He gave me his grace
All I ever did
Was say
Yes