looking at the world,
from behind a pane of stained glass,
everything a twisted shadow
everything a coloured mirage,
if everyone fails, whom should i trust?
if i cant even trust myself, then in whom can i take hope?
seeing all my imperfections and iniquities, it makes me miserable
his grace, so hard to accept,
his love, ironically seemingly too good for me
and yet he called me
on a long and narrow road
trudging along
with shackles and chains which impede me
all the shadows from my pass, coming back to torment me
all forgetten sins, all unresolved issues,
one by one resurfacing as my flesh slowly wastes away
Lord help me to cry out to You
cause im tired of living this life of struggle
this life of insubmission
open my eyes, show me ur truth
cause im tired of looking at you through a piece of stained glass
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