my eyes are streaming, my knuckles white, I look to the heavens
and try to pick a fight,Ive begged, ive pleaded.But my answers always the
same, they are with me now, I'll help you through the pain!
Why my Lord must I go through this, have I not endured where others would
run? I always get the same answer "I love you my son"
As I sleep at night I see their face, encouraging me to keep the faith!
Ill never understand why it had to be me, I'll hold you to your promise that
your never gonna leave.
Even now as I type this my eyes pour like rain, I am just a man
please forgive me of my shame.
Its not my will but yours O'Lord
Let this vessel resound your Glory until It has ran it's course
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