Walk though me, step inside my head but for a moment,see and take the stairs leading down to my heart
Knock on the door of my conscience, follow the Rythem of my breathing
Search through my memory banks, click restore
Give me back all that I have lost or deleted ,
Backup my files up, put me in order; for I am disorganized
Walking with no directed path, I have spent a long span of my short life in vain
I have succeeded in piling up unwanted materials, what manner of man am I?
Do I fall short on purpose, or as a result of my normality?
I realize that I know not the path to my riches and so every road paved with gold seems right
What must a man do to receive that which has his name written on it ?
Where would my inheritance be stored ,and what price must I pay to receive that which was ordained for me?
Deliver me from my sanity for it is a lesser form or death, for I maybe living but having no life
To become a force, I need an accelerated push , for my mass is without a direction
To that which holds my light, to that that gives peace, to that that shows mercy: I long for Thee
All I really desire is to have rest, for my labour is backbreaking and the end far from beginning
You said it was Finished! when it all began, and from that point on, all life started
I desire you ohh lord for “You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us~Romans 5:6-8 (NIV)”