Lord, I’m looking at the fields, but I can’t feel their glow,
You gave me more than enough, but still, I hunger for more.
You promised me lands of milk and honey, yet I turned to the shadows.
Left to bear the curse of the carnivore.
The wind cries, the rain falls, the sun shines, all in vain,
‘Cause I’m out here cursing your blessings, lost in my pain.
I’m trapped in the struggle, bitter, digging my own grave,
Pointing fingers at the world while I’m the one enslaved.
Blind to my faults, walking in circles I paved,
A rebel with no cause, just a soul that misbehaved.
I’m tired, Lord, searching for rest. I keep destroying,
Fighting the peace you offer, caught up in my poison.
Why don’t you strike me down and end my mistakes?
Why do you keep showing me love when all I do is take it?
Is it too late to change, too late to believe?
With the weight of the world on my neck, that got me screaming, ‘I can’t breathe’!
Is it too late for this prodigal son; willing to even work in the wheat?
Can you turn a lost goat back into one of your sheep?
Lord, I pray for my heart to leap.
Lord, I pray for strength, though I am weak.
Please be merciful, although I don't even deserve to wash your feet.