Struggle With Faith


I worship the good times. Oh great God let us hear your voice.
Sing your song so that we can follow to the beat.
All my friends have been burned up in the sunlight,
I beg from my knees to see, see the stars more clearly,
Let me drink from the fountain.
Call my name and watch the wrists bleed.
My eyes are dark but my heart is warm.
Clear the path and send me away.
You call from near and I walk from afar.

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