Sleepless

Torn, tattered and ripped to shreds 

 Condition of my heart as I lie in bed

Consumed with emptiness consumed with guilt

A prisoner in a fortress that I have built

I grit my teeth and I stress my veins

In hopes of breaking free from the liars chains

A picture perfect presentation of a man defeated

And as a result my faith has receded

Oh God, just to be more like Job

A man who was humbled and broken yet remained bold

Maybe then I could defeat my doubt

And start moving forward instead of being wiped out

Sweet Father, I want to fold up just to lie in your arms

Cry on your shoulder to feel your warmth

I have given way to self and suppressed my spirit

You spoke to me but I would not hear it

And this is the reason for my demise

This is the reason that I doubt and cry

But Father, sweet Lord you remain always faithful

Though I'm weak you are able

So Father, please forgive me – your humble servant

Christ has already paid for these sins though I didn't deserve it

My life is yours

My life is yours 

 My life is yours!