Could He Hear Me

Should I raise my hope and pray more, now that I’d lost almost everything to the shore? As I paddled my feet in the endless sea, I asked for mercy but could He hear me? And when I found myself drowning down, would He ignore me with a frown? To the alley of death I sunk down whole would He care and save this sinful soul? Within this hand, held a knife – that ever wondered where came the life. Déjà vu settled on the faded scar – that asked me how I made it this far… Though finally ended up at the start, dripped blood that parted the church from heart, that tore the spirit from heaven, left burning hell I asked for mercy, He just didn’t hear well…