(first view today)
I'm losing contact
Forgetting what is real
Able to touch, but not able to feel
It's easier, to shut out everyone
I'm chasing after my newest distraction to escape it all
My God, oh, my God – what have I become?
The self-addicted one
My God, oh, my God – You never failed me
You're what I need
So often, I'm the sleeping prayer
More often, I'm the weeping betrayer
Sometimes I play the martyr, become the traitor
The humbled sinner, has never been a role I knew to play
Treason
A pound of flesh is the debt
Leaving a crippled man
I'll give You all I have left
A straining outstretched hand
Is it enough?
Reach down
Take me back
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