Father
you know me well, o so well, better than i know myself, you know my
struggle, my skeleton disguised as my wardrobe, i got the key to that
cupboard hidden, but you see all things, you created me you know my
heart, but where do i start, what do i put down in lines i can't say
aloud in spoken word, you see my thoughts, nothing hidden so here i am
willing to expose myself for your glory, it's a
daily struggle occurring at night, it would be called a battle if i had
the courage to fight, and i know what i do aint right, guilty conscious
seems not to be enough, so lord i need you, please don't give me what
i've earn, coz your mercy i don't deserve but what i yearn, please help
me turn
i never knew i would be telling you this, so openly
and exposing me, naked truth, but i realise and know nothing is hidden
from you, you even know each and every hair on my head, lord i'm suppose
to learn from my mistakes, and grow but i don't know, lord take my hand
and lead me i need to be shown, i can't do this on my own, come run
this show, here's the key to my heart take control
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