I have nothing else outside of thee,
This is obvious with everyone I go down on both knees.
Crying out for some help through this trouble and pain,
Wishing that there was a way to make my heart whole again.
But all I have is Sorrow smothered in ridicule,
Reminding of how I’m nothing worth dying for.
My father in Heaven I come to thee in tears,
Asking that you make what’s in your book to be real.
Allow me the grace to come boldly into your presence,
To place my cares at your throne in complete reference.
Acknowledging that my past, present, and future, sins are forgiven.
The second you decided to shed the blood of your innocence.