| I am the sheep that got lost and there is no turning back.
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| I’m as mad as hell.
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| There’s no place to run.
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| I’m without the One who made me though I’m not sure I was ever with Him.
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| There’s no place to run.
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| I’m without the One who made me though I’m not sure I was ever with Him.
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| Oh God, oh my God.
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| Oh God, where are You now.
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| Oh my God, where are You now.
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| Oh God, oh my God.
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| Here’s where I stand.
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| Removed and cursed.
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| Where is Your holy communion now.
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| There is no turning back.
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| I won’t be back.
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| There is no turning back.
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| I won’t be back.
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| I’m clinging loosely to prayers,
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| that lately, I feel as if have fallen upon deaf ears.
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| Where are You?
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| Where are You as my faith waivers?
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| Where are You in this blinding haze?
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| And where were You?
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| Where were You when I would seek to find joy in my
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| trials and found no peace?
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| Where were You when I did not doubt Your love but could not feel it?
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| And why won’t You answer me?
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| Why won’t Your presence pierce this deafening silence
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| I have been screaming through for so long.
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| For so long my voice has grown weary in Your absence.
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| For where Your voice once spoke so clearly there are no words.
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| The cup You once filled so abundantly has run dry.
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| And where Your light once led so assuredly I feel so unguided.
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| Still I press on.
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| For I have felt You in the past guiding me in my desire to change.
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| Finding a path through falling tears,
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| it seems I have turned my back and walked away.
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| Seeing my reflection and not recognizing my own face,
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| not knowing why You’ve allowed me to get here.
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| Though there was a time when the weight of Your reality
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| brought me to my knees.
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| When my shame and my convictions found my heart crying out for change.
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| When trying times gave way to white seasons.
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| And my fears would flee the resounding sound of Your
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| heart beating within my chest.
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| Your blood coursing through my veins purifying and
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| breathing life into this lifeless body.
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| It now seems as though I have let the sun set on that season.
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| The world You freed me from now crushes me under its heel.
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| And this flesh your Spirit once cleansed is now crawling.
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| Festering.
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| Rotting from the inside.
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| Numb to your touch.
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| Calloused.
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| Closed off.
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| I feel alone and overlooked.
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| I don’t know if I’ll ever find my way back. |