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It feels like
Day by day and hit by hit
This world sends me trippin' into a deep pit.
Gay parades and Prada freaks, blog site junkies and gaming geeks.
Surrounded by liars, corrupted by friends
Tell me, well there be any making amends? Pushed against a wall with no where to turn
Is this it? Am I gonna burn?
I'm falling on my face in this life or death race.
But here He comes with sanctification an grace.
Helping me up, pulling me out, grabbing your hand as I shout "My Lord! My God!"

And in that moment you quiet me.

Speaking so reassuringly
"Come my child and to my kingdom we will flee."