Bent on hell and my flesh afire, I’m destitute of God’s desire. If I honor Christ in my arrest, Yes, honor will my heart attest. Evil shrouds in conceited lust, Contorting lies as demons must. Their throat’s guttural dismay, Live the fade in sick decay. I lied, I laughed, and then I fell, It twisted …
Prayers are like wishes, Like soft spoken kisses, Summons from a faraway land. I am here, but away, I am gone, but I stay, Here near your throne of command. Though distressed and afraid, Be my thoughts not dismayed, For God’s voice is so very near. Though mighty storms clash, Into white, cindery ash, My …