Don'T Turn On the Light

It's in the dark That I pour out my heart and acknowledge my wrong asking God to make me strong Confessing that I've fallen short of his glory he's always willing to hear my story he consoles and comforts me he keeps from danger I can not see he chastise me without pity he shows no remorse for his children that are siddity instead he wants to kill the pride that lies inside tame the wild and confound the proud because humble is the way and I'm subdued to the spirit the more I pray I'm mindful of how I walk I have better control of what I say I give him all that I have with tears streaming down Its my desire to wear a crown when its all over nothing compares to being blessed not even a four leaf clover some fear the dark but I'm pleading for a clean heart so consider my press as I fight and don't turn on the light