Oh my Lord,
you gave all you could afford.
You bore the pain,
they thought you were insane.
They mocked and killed you,
oh if they only knew.
You took my place,
as blood dripped down your face.
Holy God,
you were no fraud.
You sacrificed on Calvary.
You brought life and hope to me.
I love you was what Calvary said,
I love you was written in red.
There he was crucified,
and left to suffer and die.
Oh mighty cross,
with sin now loss.
Thank you for the tree,
thank you for dieing for me.
As the orange moon lit the sky,
I knew it was time for her to die.
When she left me for that man,
I knew I'd be the one left to stand.
With thick glasses and a grin,
a pack of cigarettes, and a bottle of gin.
Mr. Shooter was his name,
my inner self I cannot contain.
As I scream at my identity to shut away,
I realize who I am, as in the garden she lay.
Justice was what I seek,
but now it is vengeance that is so bleak.
The small window which I gaze upon,
the garden which she is so fond.
Cunning and determined to do his deed,
he plants a garden, some corn seed.
And on that gray hour, he eats that sweet corn with delight
Smiling surely to himself that all is alright.
No feeling of pain, no guilt held within,
nothing telling him that has sinned.
Just the feeling of the satisfaction that all is done.
His story is completed, his battle is won.
The perfect ending came with a mystery,
but he moves forward, for that is history.
Changing,
it's a part of life,
don't just strife.
Let God take care of you,
He'll always pull you through.
He's the almighty one,
who gave up his own son.
Pray everyday,
cause your changing in everyway.
You, need help from God,
don't be a fraud.
Let him lead you from day to day.
Giving up your life to him, is the only way.
Drowning in a wave,
crying for help, for someone to save.
S.O.S, save our ship!
Begging for mercy is on my lip.
Gulping for air,
and calling in despair.
The wind blowing around,
while not being found.
Losing hope and trust,
but staying alive is a must.
A savior I need,
I want someone to lead.
I need a raft or a boat,
I need to stop sinking, and start to float.
Soon I'll die here,
and drown in fear.
I hope someone will save me,
I hope someone will see.
Hope is all I hold,
or to death I soon be sold.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and He will make your paths straight.