TS (7/28/87 / California)

Blinded Faith

I can't help but think about you
every time I do something wrong
I know that I all to often
venture to a place I don't belong
Why is temptation so appealing
and the joy is so instant
While the happiness and joy You offer
always seems so distant
Every where I look
all I see is sin
Am I that close minded
that I can't even feel You within
Every time I do Your will
I seem to lose the fight
Can't You show me the good
in all that is right
When I have sunk to the lowest
of places I have seen
Could you forget all my wrongs
and wipe me clean
Right now my trust
is at the lowest its been
Its as if my faith has
been blinded by my sin
Oh my God, please restore my belief
give me all the relief
I so desperately need

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An exceptional and emotive piece of work - well done