This Loneliness Won't Be The Death Of Me

I swear this isn’t the end

But I still feel so alone

Even when I’m surrounded by my best friends

Word’s can’t penetrate

A tree in the wind

I bend

Falling faster into the depths

I’m falling, I’m falling

Under such depression, I can barely even catch my breath

Words can’t mend and love does not sink in

Why can’t I see Your face?

Clawing at my chest

Looking for some sort of reprieve

I swear this isn’t the end

But when will I feel comfortable in my own skin?

Knowing fundamental truth

Doesn’t seem to matter

After such tremendous abuse

Cause I’ve worked this ground since my youth

And still, the land has yet to bare any sort of fruit

I’ll continue to toil and plow

Hoping one day I’ll make You proud

‘What have a got to show?’

As I wipe the sweat from my brow

So tired, so tired of showing Love so deep

That most aren’t even willing to feel

See what I’ve seen

Open your eyes and recognize that this is real

This season brings darkness so profound

I’ve become lost and can’t seem to be found

Contorted, racked with pain

I know should feel free, yet I continue to sing this sad refrain

I can’t sleep and food has lost its taste

God, I’m so sick of this place

Then I’m touched

By the hands of a brother

And like a rush

Passing through my exterior

I hear my name

A hush

A son, loved by a Father

I’ve been made alive again