Sell Me Heaven
Wayward in my sin,
to You, I’m foreign
my angel wings have fallen
my belief disproven
a gimmick in his marketing
didn’t take much convincing
for I bought in
an empty, rusted tin
dimmed from seeing any light within
my faith, shaken
for a price
I will give my all for paradise
for a promise of the afterlife
convince me that I’m a heathen
that I need salvation
that I deserve redemption
that I’ll be spared Armageddon
to dwell in your holy kingdom
and gain internal freedom
when the world has quietened down
at peace like a perfect dawn
pray for my spirit to listen
when You sell me heaven
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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