Faith

fauxsabotage

Oh Lord, I trust in You.

My ways are twisted and cursed

I surrender myself to You

Pull me out of the pit

My enemies want to see me fall 

They desire for me to be devoured

But You never fail

 

Unsuccessful suicide

The zombie rises again

Tearing my flesh

Re-encapsulating my soul

 

Lord God, kill me

Lord God kill me, so that I may live again

Slice my head off with Your Truth

My sinful ways are no match for You

 

My Redeemer, my Savior

My King, My God

Load Your gun with Your Holy Word

Massacre me with Your Righteousness

 

May I die one thousand deaths by Your hand

Because through Christ all things are made new

May I die one thousand deaths by Your hand

Renew my spirit, renew my mind

 

Lord, My God rescue me with Your loving arms

My soul is sore vexed

I call upon the True Living God

He hears my prayers

He restores my soul

 

I surrender to You in all ways

And in all ways I acknowledge You

 

May I die one thousand deaths by Your hand

Because through Christ all things are made new

May I die one thousand deaths by Your hand

Renew my spirit, renew my mind

  • Author: fauxsabotage (Online Online)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2025 19:38
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