My faith is not what I pretend it to be
I live in a bubble of hypocrisy
Love is a verb and I obey what I fear
All I do is distance myself and wonder why God doesn’t draw near
Myself, the world, my family, God last
I blame everyone else for my present and past
As I sink toward the bottom like Jonah and cry
Not knowing if God hears, in denial about why
Will tomorrow be different if today is the same?
Will I use what God gave me – my heart and my brain?
Will I wash off the filth of my mud and my mire?
Will I tell the truth and be no more the liar?
Oh Lord will you help me – I beg of you please
Your mind is all knowing, your eye everything sees
Won’t you have mercy on my wretched soul
Search cleanse and lead me, how you only know