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Oct 2018
It's the people I tried to touch
I have so much love for my flock
See them flock to my church
Unaware of the Devil's work

The Devil's work the innocent's screams
My body is the host in-between
It hurts you as it does to me
This is what's been chosen for me

Down on my knees but I'm not the first one to do so
Hands clasped together I'm talking to you Lord
Why have you burdened me with this demon
I just want to be a free man

I've touched the children's hearts more than you know
Turns it as black as coal
But no longer will it burn
A short-lived Desire I can no longer control

I'm meant to be the protector
The spoken word for the Lord Saviour
But Lord's house will never let you know
I put your lambs in danger

Lord it's forgiveness that I seek
For all the Moments that I am weak
You've burdened me with this demon of desire
For reasons I just can't find why

These are my beautiful children
Reveal my secrets and I will conceal them
This church is filled with love
Because we make sure these walls never speak

Here is the Church here is the Steeple
Open the door and there's all the people
No amount of Baptismal
Can wash out all the evil

Children leaving in tears
Children living in fear
Parents don't know and they never will
So just send them back home to that Church on the Hill

Never knowing what's going on behind those doors
But who are we to question the word of the Lord
Written by
Samuel Champney  27/M/UK
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