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Dear Lord,
My knees hurt from praying. I'm just saying, I
know the way, but I stay here in this place
waiting on something, I thought it was
someone, but somewhere it all went
wrong...moving on. I'm gone to another room,
that's cluttered with the things I stored out of
mind. Crowded with the idols of him that I
once worshiped...blasphemous love? blasphemy
in love? Blasphemed by the above, questions.....
Running thru my mind like kids at play,
dreaming about that better day, who actually
knows what that means? If its You, I'll listen as
you whisper those sweet nothings, secretly tell
me how to feel. This can't be real, so still... My
knees hurt from praying, Lord, I'm just saying.