God, I feel like a little boy
the way you pick me up
I pray to you, my favorite ‘pick me up’
I stray from you, but never get enough
I run right back, I feel like I’m in love
I remember you rendered me physically weak
in the midst of your spirit that creep into and entered me, see
I could doubt you no longer
the depth of that break down, rose me up even stronger
can I talk to you about my lifestyle
I’m not the same when the lights out
life is dark and full of waves, and I know you are my lighthouse
but I see my illuminated shame when its bright out
yet you still love me, you never yell, you watch me and believe I will fix it
you have unshakable faith, I want that too but jaded by vision
I can’t see as deep as you can without your holy prescription
though I try, my pride is another sin I’ve committed
judgement is another, I digress, that job is only yours
I share my heart with so many afflictions, but its supposed to be only yours
I try to take back and side entrances, but you’re the only door
the only reason I humbly drop my knees on the floor
And I don’t have to beg, God you already know what I want
but always at the right time you provide just what I need
I want to get out of prison, but I know I’m a service here
I figured that out realizing that prison is a platform, and I can serve you here
God, finally knowing you kinda gets me giddy
realizing there’s much more to life, so excuse me, I gotta get busy!
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