Have you ever had that one-day/ where you feel like Job/
The clouds hide the sunrays/ and life steals your hope/
And what you find strength in/ seems to take notice/
But you feel forsaken/ cause you dreams lose focus/
And Lord I’ve done what you asked/ so I turn to you/
To the point I’m in sackcloth and ash/ like I learned to do/
And I pray hard/ and I plead/ hiding behind clenched eyelids/
And I have the same scars that bleed when I vent in silence/
Are there the same parts of me/ that wants to stand defiant/
But it’s the changed heart that needs/ this man to be righteous/
So I grip tight to your rob and I cry to wash your feet/
And I listen at night to the souls that always try to speak/
And for once I will be quiet/ and pray for my father’s voice/
I learned to foster his likeness from crumpled man to altar boy/
But you have NOT turned your back/ you never left me alone/
The covenant you made with me is forever… it’s never annulled/

