Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Fix Me God

I seek Your face, I call Your name
but nothing seems to ever change
like a giant vending machine
I insert my prayer
I pull the handle
there's nothing there.

Again and again I fall on my face.
I call Your name, I seek Your grace
You're suppose to serve me, isn't that right
I desperately need You to fix my life
I'm not happy
things aren't right
not in my sight.

Where have You gone
You won't answer me
I try and I try
I plead and I plead
isn't it really all about me
please help me
I'm in desperate need.

I seek Your face,
I call Your name
but nothing seems to ever change
like a giant vending machine
I insert my prayer
I pull the handle
there's nothing there.

Richard.

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