A silver key in my back pocket, power in my knees.
I feel drunk sober, stumbling over days, tripping over every night.
Bitter tears and fear beg me to forfeit life, Edmond, life is too scary and unpredictable.
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I want an easy mode, I want total control, I want stable days, I want happy endings, comfortable beginnings, a secure cave.
All I see is me, missing parts I’m incomplete, mirror attack inside my head, can’t relax even in bed, I know this is a trick, emphasis on how I miss, instead of God above, need to focus on his love, instead of the enemy whispers to give life up, under fire.
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Lord Jesus, I need you now, sinking into the ocean with hands sticking out.
Why doubt? Well, I was afraid.
Like Peter off the boat, requesting to come and be close, gotta stay focused on the right ONE, not the wrong circumstances.
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Faith trusts in the way, faith trusts in the truth, faith trusts in the life, faith in Jesus instead of my eyes.
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