Spiritual Ventilation
In this thing called life; I find myself trying to find its purpose
And I can not lie that even as a beliver in God, I often wonder if its all worth it
You see, I am taught to be strong, be steadfast, and to hold on to my faith
But its answers that I need now, and I am this close to feeling like I'm about to break
Lord, I am holding on to sanity; as you strengthen up the man in me
I'm trying to walk in faith, but I live in an damaged reality
Lord, I just need a Word from to maybe lessen the pain
Instill in me faith like the Sun; although I am going through a storm, let me shine again
I have to admit, Lord, that there is something wrong with my faith
I am surrounded deeply, I feel like I am trapped in a gate
I know that this sounds silly, so I'd say silly me; I know that I'm not alone so I guess its silly us
Trying to making in this life without faith is like is like trying to pass a college course without writing a syllabus
So Lord if You would, I ask that if my body has to suffer; I pray that You strengthen my spirit
And the confusion in my heart; I ask that You clear it
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