Religion

Here I sit in religious obsession, now here's my confession

My heart is deceived

If it wasn't, my life would reflect it

Instead I dissect it

Like rocks through a sieve

God of hope

Throw me a rope, in this pit full of whitewash and vipers

For I have been wandering 'round

Worshipping words that should fall to the ground

Here I stand with my fear holding hands with my heart

And I cry so I won't have to start one thing

It's amazing that I can rebel

And yet no one can tell

At least that's what I'm hoping

God of truth

Make me like Ruth on this journey to glean from the harvest

I paint myself as a saint

Yet I am fearful to step on the field

Too consumed to take part in the yield

'Ere I stand,

'Ere I sit,

Here I die

Come for me soon

Un-waste this life that I lay before you