I've exhausted every possible solution I've tried every last game there is
to play. In this search for the Christ like perfection I'm convinced I've only
left my God ashamed. I cry I

all_consuming_fire

i sit here and question why my God loves me
though i have never done a good thing, or a righteous deed
and though i'm rich, i claim that i'm poor
crying over earthly things i

fall_down

Judge Me Not Ye Saints
For My History May Be Tainted
But I'm Sober Enough To Know Blood When I See It
I've Borne My Share Of Stones
Most Of Them Easily Thrown
B

ocean_of_mercy

River of healing, carry me
Flow through all my years
Ocean of mercy deep and free
Wash away all of my tears

River of healing flow through me
Lead me all

a_little_more

Turn Your eyes from on this way
I have proved to live a dastardly day
I hid my face from the saints and the angels
Who sing of Your glory

What You had in mind

in_two_(the_lament)


when_nothing_satisfies

When it rains or it shines
on this pillow of mine
I will lift up my head to the sky
so I have chance to see
Where my hope has come from no
there's nothing that

whole_again

Daddy, daddy do you miss me.
The way I crawled upon your knee.
Those childish games of hide and seek
Seem a million miles away.

Am I lost in some illusion.
Or