| I’ve wronged my Lord, |
| Why even prayer for me? |
| I’ve let Him down somehow, |
| Now a man who cannot see. |
| How long I’ve fought this fight. |
| But He holds me in one place, |
| My prayers pray in disbelief. |
| God’s back touches my face. |
| My thoughts not always Holy, |
| My actions often the same. |
| And now His Spirit leaves me, |
| No one else can take the blame. |
| Prayer thoughts are hollow, |
| No tears left for me to shed. |
| I feel empty and alone, |
| Left only with growing dread. |
| A famine sweeps thru’ my mind, |
| Witnessing with face I cannot feel. |
| Am I to be just another soul, |
| For the devil to steal? |
| I need a miracle. |
| Please Father, touch my soul. |
| Send your chills and peace, |
| I give you total control. |
