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I cannot stand for you, Lord.

I've fallen far too many times.

Face down and broken hearted,

Too low to lift my eyes.

You've called for a wife and a witness.

You've reached your arms for mine.

But seconds after I promise,

I've already lost the light to shine.



you've lifted me to clifftops.

You've told me I could soar.

But, how flying feels, I've yet to learn;

I've yet to leave the floor.



I still remember when your arms wrapped round and warmed my soul.

I recall those flames, but through guilt and pains

The inferno has waned to a coal.

But, in like a lion, you rushed with such a touch

That the dwindling cinders rekindled.

But once your lion roar hushed, Satan's spears crushed my crutch

Flame to ember, by the swindler, I'm rendered.

Lord, I'm fighting these demons, but I'm losing steam and

I wasn't that strong when we started.

Keep forgiving me, Father, forgetting my sins.

Find me here, once again, broken hearted.

Help me burn ever hotter, and lift me again

To the clifftop where my flight was first charted.



I cannot stand for you, Lord.

So, I'm prostrate now, instead.

So, before I fall again, Lord.

Take my hands, my heart, my head.

- Lo Ru