The Wound

Lord my filth is deep like snow, I need to be dug-out, it’s not white, that’s why I need You like Shout

I dare not approach You in just any way, yet my ears are open to what You have to say

This time people will “act” like they care, but when I’m doing well, they aren’t there!

Yes I’m aware of the choices I have made, not going to sweeten it up like honey glaze

It’s like I’m lost but need to be found, that’s how darkness knows light is around

There is a lot of confusion going on, while people faking praises all day long

The church has its own issues and hidden tactics, while the world is tossing people like a tennis ratchet

You can’t be warm, its either hot or cold, decide how will you mold!

Time out for the games, I can be sane or insane

Only God really knows where I’m headed, even when I feel like the stain of sin is embedded

While in the period of drought and emptiness, You can bring to the surface this mess!

I can look in the mirror at myself, and see the danger of my health!

No matter what people think or say, I’m just going to look Your way

Right now I don’t know what to do, but I’m moving through and through

I know one day You will pick me up, and I won’t erupt

We play so much, until it becomes real, yet Lord You give us time to heal!

Far from perfect am I, I’m a liar if I say that am I

When you began to think you’re flawless, that’s when you’re really a flawed mess

There is no time to put on a show, only You know how low I will go

You said you would never leave or forsake me, that’s what I’m leaning on greatly

Can’t count on the brothers/sisters in Christ, they only love you when you’re living right

Too busy hating the sinner, instead of hating the sin, that’s why there is so much confusion

I know You will only let me go but so far, let me not forget who You are!

So many wounds in my life You covered, yet to me I still feel like rubber

Rubber-maid that’s heated to long will melt, and can’t be used or put on the shelf

Here I am with all this mess, yet people think I’m the best dressed

The reality is I’m nowhere near, He is the only One crystal clear

I am just like a needle and pin, but You have to guide within

A true black butterfly am I, but I need You to survive

Oh Lord I can’t even look at You in this form, in sin and shaped into iniquity I am born

Yet You still seem to love me anyway, I’m speechless with nothing left to say!