Do I know that You care?
Do I know that Your Here?
This is much more than I can bear.
Lord, Oh how I long to be clear.
This world is sufficationg me.
It's tears against my ugly flesh
Please God hear my plea.
Make me fresh.
I'm chained up
Locked up with the key thrown out
like a fresh bottle of ketshup pulled from the shelf
face full of doubts
Asking myself "Will I ever be freed of this?"
When I'm about to loose hope and when all else fails
Your prescence comes to me like a wave crashing on the beach
It is immediate, I'm hit like a brick.
Reminding me of who I am and why I'm here.
This world will fail me,
But I know God, You will never fail.
In You am I able to be free
Please God hear my plea.
Lord, Oh how I long to be clear.
