Lord when I feel the weight,
I wonder when I’ll break?
Lord what will it take?
For you to wake?

You tell me to rise,
When I’m fallen,
As I’m lusting looking at women’s thighs,
You’re still calling.
Waiting for me to open the door,
But I’m too busy with the allure,
With a heart anything but pure,
Looking for the cure,
When the cure has always been there.
Which makes me wonder how you could still care,
For a barren hollow dragon stuck in his lair,
Who has it all but still thinks it isn’t fair.
As he does his own thing refusing to let you steer,
Driving while drinking beer,
Was like a deer in the headlights,
Veering off into the night life,
Making choices without hindsight.
High as a kite,
Losing sight of what’s right.
Sin sure is a plight,
Believing I could reach them heights,
Without the eternal light.

As I’m feeling the weight,
Of my mistakes.
Wondering when I’ll break.
Lord what will it take?
For you to wake?

As I need divine intervention,
For the seeds I’ve sown have reaped infection.
That has made me question.
If life truly is a blessing.
As I’m stressing,
With struggles pressing,
The enemy is hitting hard,
With some boundaries blocking me from moving forward.
And my oppressors stabbing me behind my back like cowards.
But without you God I have no power,
Without you,
I Felt like Aragon kicking a helmet in the scene from two towers,
So, even though I feel under fire,
And things seem dire,
I pray that my desires,
Would honour you sire.
And if I should prosper,
I shall put it towards your empire.
And Lord though I may quake,
I hope that you can make,
This broken frame into a beautiful portrait.

So, in the times where I feel the weight,
Thinking I will break,
Wondering what it will take,
For you to wake.
I pray that I am reminded that you helped me escape.
So, when the day comes, when I reach those heavenly gates.
I shall await.
“To hear well done, good and faithful servant.”