Lord, if you dont help me I cant get through this. I cant... Lord, Im too old for games, Foolish wisdom... And Im tired of rhetoric, meaningless rhetoric that never changes things... Lord, just help me, Just help me... I was feeling gods pain and Ive never had anything thats been any worth to god, In my fifty years that wasnt born in agony, never, never... Dead empty... And I know that sermons wont do it, I know that revelation wont do it, Covenant wont do it, I know now, oh my god do I know it... Until Im in agony, Until Im in anguish over it, Im preaching sermons... Oh god... I broke down and I wept and I mourned, Does it matter to you at all? I cant handle this, I can barely make it into here... Little by little youre losing me, youre almost caught... Love with Christ. People I know that were my friends, Ive seen them go one by one, some of my closest friends... Youre changing from what you were, Youre CHANGING, Little by little somethings happening to you... Will he bring you to your knees? Thats all the devil wants to do take the fight out of you, and kill it, So you wont in prayer anymore, So you wont weep before god anymore, Go to HELL, No weeping, not another pray, its all ruined, no nothing This is life and death and the walls go down and ruin sets in... Wheres the tears? Wheres the mourning? Wheres the confessing? The love of Christ? The agony of gods heart... WE... HAVE SINNED!!!
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