Tired body, weary will, my journey I’ve traveled
A long way my heart has gone, I’ve prayed and I’ve groveled
Cuz all I ever wanted was your love and your favor
But along the way my invite decayed, unfrayed and unraveled
Did you really love me all along, a virtue of you?
Are the things they say you said about me all really true?
Am I wrong to feel rejected with no way to be free
From the bubble of trouble I can’t burst surrounding me?
I thought I’d always turn to you, I guess I was wrong
I have no way to figure out the truth all along
We contradict each other and of course you are right
So push me off your planet, undeserving of sight
I’m as fragile as a statuette and broke long ago
Tortured by confusion but you already know
Away from me you’ve stepped and so I’ve done just the same
But still I am expected to bring praise to your name?
No one lets their children be subjected to this
But you in all your wisdom let it all be a mess
You in all your wisdom let the world be in pain
And still we are expected to bring praise to your name?
Thank you for creating me although I didn’t ask
Though I know you’ve heard it all before in hearts of hearts unmasked
Thank you for a way to get away and be free
Where the price of admission is to be what I can’t be
Thank you for enduring me, a stubborn little thing
Refusing to march blindly linto what I don’t understand
Like all the good boys and girls in a single straight line
To receive forever happiness in a perfect paradise
Perfect with no sinners, what a world it would be!
I think of all the ones who will be dying with me
And your people think it’s justified, that we could all change
That we are just defiant, that we chose to be strange
But you in your great wisdom, why would you lie?
And let people stumble blindly tripping over their own eyes
Who are the ones who really clearly see?
The end to all this chaos - will it justify the means?
I’m crumbled and forgotten like a page filled with mistakes
Still he loves you, I am told, but are they awake?
You tell me something innocent is something to shame
And still I am expected to bring praise to your name?
No one understand although there’s some that pretend
And some, they run and hide from what you say is a sin
What a strike of innocence, I wish it were me
Until I see their ‘changes’ are just pretending to be
Something that they aren’t - how they do a good job!
They wait until the night and in their pillows they sob
I don’t want to kid myself and I don’t want to change
What’s wrong with being me, am I the person to blame?
Why can’t I just be me and still bring praise to your name?