Broken In All the Wrong Places
I am not being persecuted
for my faith I have more than
I need. when I look abroad I
can acknowledge that compared
to many others, I live like a queen
Then why do I feel such defeat?
Like I've been swallowed whole
Trapped Inside the belly of the beast
I am weary, weighed down by sin
My rap sheet is long
Where to begin?
Often times, my heart cries
For all the hurt I've caused
Won't let me find peace.
Lost I've chosen to walk
Alone making sorrow and regret
In me a sound home
Blinded by grief
This hurt disguised as rage
Am I only who hears
The rattling of this cage?
I am the cause of disgrace
perhaps that why they view me
as a real waste of human space
It's a dark road I'm on with many
regrets untold 'til the day the Word
of my God in me takes hold
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