It seems like all the bad ones get the good in life.
Jesus said theirs is now; yours is in heaven.
I struggle to breathe, to keep fighting the fight.
Not tapping into the most vital source, I know that's right.
So many tears I've cried day and night. What is wrong with me? Why don't I cling to God successfully?
Tired of all the worldly choices and the chatter.
Too scared to take a stand for who really matters.
Claiming woke but really are sleeping giants.
I guess it's hard to accept the suffering. Knowing that for Jesus, it was everything.
Wanting to build the kingdom while the world is tearing it down.
I am living this life just to get my crown. Why are all of my choices the wrong ones?
Fumbling in the darkness, waiting on the sun.
I know I have to follow God's plan, but I must confess in years past, I wasn't a fan.
Oh God, save me from myself, heal me through and through.
No gifts given in vain or dying a fool. Make me over changing me so that I listen.
You've never changed, forever extending forgiveness.
To tighten my relationship with God is my mission.
He knows my heart and hears the Confessions of a Christian.