Oh why, must my soul torture me
Where will it end?
I have paid so many debts for things done wrong.
So many trials and still I carry on.
I wonder will you still be there?
When things I keep buried, come up for air.
To think I am less of a righteous human
Sets my soul to burn
Constantly reminding me of the wrong things I have done.
I have asked for a lot of pardons, most of my life.
I never questioned the turn of forgiveness.
I wanted to know that I am worth forgiving
That I can sit where others do
And to know there still is some good
Often times I feel un-worthy of love
Many times I struggle with it, I know, absurd.
When time comes for my life to be over
I want to walk those streets of gold
I just want my feet on the holy land
I want to see glory and feel that power.
Oh, am I too far gone?
Please let my soul find peace!
Wrestling daily with my self
Has worn a hole in my heart.
Restless and still longing
Ultimate grief is mine.
I can not make anyone understand
It is not them, but me that I cannot stand next to
It is me that I cannot love
It is most definitely I, that I cannot trust.
Can a person find everlasting peace?
The cure for all that ails their heart.
I hope so, with barely enough hope to last
I wish for that cure, those cures
The ones that will last.