Take My Hand

You’ve fallen into the darkest misery

Because of your fallen state of apostasy

You let go of the rod and wandered astray

Take my hand I’ll help you find your way

Come back home come back to the fold

You don’t have to feel alone you have us to hold

With heavenly father on our side we won’t fail

Take my hand I’ll pull you to the rail

Lean on me to catch your breath

I won’t let go in this matter of life or death

I won’t let go till your feet are on gospel sod

I won’t let go till your hands grip the rod

But if you let go of my hand to roam

If you choose to walk alone

I can’t force you to stay

I’ll cry as you walk away and plead for you to come back

But I can’t make up for the testimony you lack

I can scream into deaf ears,

But it won’t do any good if nobody hears

All I can do is cry and pray

That you will hopefully come back some day

To take my hand then, to help you out

Of your state of rebellion and doubt

Please come back, I beg of you please!

I’m down here on weary knees

Crying for your return back home

Don’t wonder off on your path alone

Help God answer my endless plea

Please grab my hand and come back with me

Where Misery Lies

You cover up your morning breath

With bottled water and cigarettes

You cover up your wrongs by lying

And every mistake –you’re justifying

You cover up your joys and cheers

With last night’s mascara running with tears

Making your tangled hair

Stick to your face so fare

You stay inside-hidden from the world

A lonely, unseen, invisible girl

You can’t convince me that you’re happy

By killing yourself oh so slowly

And shortening your flawless life span

By contracting any disease that you can

Your weight plunges from the drugs you’re using

You rarely eat which adds to the losing

You need professional help

But you say you can help yourself

But your way of help is holding your breath

You’re running or sprinting your way towards death

You lost all hope in your miserable state

But you tell me you’re happy with a smile on your face