| I think it’s time. |
| I think it’s time to come clean
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| This disbelief is killing me
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| Oh God, bring me back to life
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| Can I believe?
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| How can I believe in things unseen?
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| How could a man-made book be any proof to me?
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| This world is broken and corrupt
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| I can’t feel grace, hope, or love
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| None of this seems to make sense to me
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| I’m losing. |
| I’m failing. |
| I think I’ve lost it all
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| I’m losing it all. |
| I try to fight this but fall and lost it all. |
| I lost it all
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| I’m searching for faith but I can’t feel your grace
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| So where are you? |
| I can’t find you!
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| Where are you? |
| The faithful
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| Where are you? |
| I need you
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| Can I believe?
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| I’m not perfect
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| I feel worthless
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| Why would you ever save a wretch like me?
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| Can I believe?
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| How could one man’s blood ever keep me clean?
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| No substance. |
| No soul. |
| No atlas. |
| No home
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| I’m dead inside
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| Can you even tell?
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| These questions burn in me:
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| Why send a good man to hell?
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| Why?! |
| Why is this world doomed to burn?
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| Burn!
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| There must be something more. |
| If truth exists, it must exist beyond ourselves
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| I’m losing it all. |
| I try to fight this but fall and lost it all. |
| I lost it all
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| I’m searching for faith but I can’t feel your grace
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| So where are you? |
| I can’t find you!
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| Where are you?
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| There must be something more
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| Where are you?
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| I need you
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| I need a revival
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| I can’t find you
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| I need a revival
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| I will never deny my faith in the unseen
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| I will always believe
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| I will never again fill my head with doubt, my savior
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| Christ, cast these demons out!
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| It’s time I come clean
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| No questions could ever separate you and me |