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These things are running through my mindGod's path for me is hard to find.It's true, there are things that I do wrongMaybe sing the dirty parts of a song...Or use the words of othersAnd then use that mouth to kiss my mother.I know that He is not proud
But I am to scared to prayFearing what He might say.I'm scared of what he thinks of meBecause to Heaven, I hold no key.Promises In have brokenHave ridden me of my tokenTo come before my maker unashamedMy name is stainedWith the things in my past...
I need direction, I need a signTo know that I again can be divineIn the sight of GodInstead of living in fraud...I''ve almost lost hope, but I still tryBut I always ask myself, why?I can't be forgiven of those sins.
He told me what I was doing was wrongBut I kept singing that dirty song.See where it's led me?He'll never forgive me...Hown can I confess what I have done?It seems as though Satan has won...But I don't want to give up.Christ drank from that cupSo that I would be forgiven.
If I was God I would not want meMy sins would not "be forgiven thee."God, though, is perfect.I do not deserve it.Can I confess my tainted spirit?Does God really want to hear it?If I could go back in timeThere would be no rhyme.And life would be better...
The weight on my shoulders is too heavyI wish that I could be ready!To meet my God without shameBecause I have tainted my name.I've sold myself shortBut you can't see my remorseBecause I hide behind my other sinsTo prevent others from seeing withinThe hardships pf my heart.
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