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It's been a while since I believed

I'm scared to go back to what I should be.

I like to be a rebel and do everything wrong.

But where is that taking me?

I'm scared to conform to the Christian way

Society’s got me turned around, upside down

And bruised; so black and blue.

Yet I'm still searching for a place in this world

Where the people here lie, steal, cheat and smile.

With lust in their eyes and their hearts never filled.



I'm a part of their existence, a part of their world.

With everything I've been through and everything I've done.

How can I believe in God and trust his every word.

Standing on his promises has me wondering how he works.

When I don’t see a sign from him or feel his spirit near

I fail to see God’s handiwork and laugh, curse and scorn.

Society tends to back me up and sooth my broken heart

They try to tell us that God is just a thought

He is only make-believe in the minds of you and me.



The devil whispers in my ear. My child, please come here.

At my left he places a hammer and a nail

And guides me up the hill through a broken trail

Without a guilty conscious I nail him (Jesus) to the cross.

How can God look sideways and be blinded by the sun

For when I crucified him he ignored my every wrong.

So how come I find it hard to believe in his holy word

If he only wants the best for us; to love and to hold.