I don’t want to drown, in a personal cloud
Cares of this life, choking the Word of God
Fruit inaccessible, distractions appear irrepressible
Worry and care, thick smoke in the air
Quick to hesitate, time-wasters fill my plate
Cares of this life, strangling and he becomes unfruitful.
Sitting in dirt feeling the cold of winter
Eyes back and forth off course I’m praying while looking away
God I’m tangled up again and running out of things to say
Losing air, losing voice, all I hear is noise
But I’ll come closer to you, I’ll come closer.