Set Me Free

My sorry heart,
My father’s blood,
still runs through my veins,

still opens my heart,

Light comes shining out.

But the desolate darkness,

Balls my fingers into fists,

It bubbles blisters burns my hands,
It floods with fury fights and fits right.
It's got the good guy in me hiding scared,
It kicks my humble heart around,
It's got me feeding off the fire
That could finish off this town

It is eating out my insides

As I am trapped beneath the floor.

Oh it's got me good,
It’s my spoiled blood on this oak tree
It stains the bark from branch to dirt roots
It cuts thick with pits and leaves
It stains the sweetness from the fruits

It kept me looking for communion
some hiding spots off underground
an open plot I could climb into

So I could yell in your direction,
An iron promise in my mouth
A black out oath I swore and meant

I’ve played the game,

Here is one more day
I couldn't concur yet again
And it’s my dirty mind,

With sinful thoughts

And my crooked smile
on my swollen tongue

In each strangers face
across the light blue sky
and each hand I shake night after night

I lie to your face
each chuckled prayer
such sweet relief
every twisted fact

I wish I had cared

All of my understanding lacked

Me and my burning soul

One coward sold

Oh God of love

Don’t turn your back on me.

This is my sorry heart

Please don’t push me away from your grace.

All my broken ways

Mumbling back your words,
and you stare back at me
with all of my wretched talk
and all my angry groaning
And each desperate cry out

That I have foolishly let out
for another chance to seek your forgiveness

For a looser piece of a better life.

Here I drop to my sinful knees
and each endless night
and each wasted day
I spit and I scream

I don’t deserve to be saved
what is wrong with me?
I pray for the peace.
And I steal the grace.

These evil deeds

Stare into my face.

Don’t let me be,

But set me free
from the disease.