I’m tired of my condition.
Always inattentive.
Driven to stray.
Made to fail.
The inferior man.
No excuses.
No escape.
Every mistake.
Every heartache.
My life they take.
My soul, forsake.
I don’t know where to go.
I am lost, Elohim.
Please.
Help.
Me.
I feel you, o Father of Love.
I hear you, o Spirit of Justice.
I see you, o Savior of Souls.
May the cracks in my skin
Shine with the light of Your Law.
That I and all my earthly kin
May kneel in awe.
Every mistake.
Every heartache.
My body breaks,
That Your Glory may Overtake.
From the City on a Hill 