Exchanging My Vice For Jesus Christ
I
Am shame
In my vice
Hate the acclaim
Help me Jesus Christ
And take away this pain
My wounds are covered in ice
Sutures being applied in vain
My
Life came
The world's game
I rolled the dice
A failed bloody aim
The endless merchandise
Craving a piece of the slice
The illusion's paradise
No thought of the morrow
Searching for tonight's hook up
Wallowing in prison's sorrow
Consuming another bitter cup
Hi
Act sly
Crossed my heart
Telling a lie
Devil piercing dart
Broken sweetheart
Lost the chance to say good-bye
Guilt amplify, intensify
My boss
I made cry
Called the Red Cross
Watched him bleed and die
He was placed on the cross
With two sinful men across
Not discerning the reason why
Seeing the agony in his eye
Hate this shame
Wanting the vice
Take away the pain
Without paying the price
Higher than a mountain
Surviving in the fast lane
Unsatisfying well's fountain
Being the number one in the game
Tired of the deceit
Hoping for a new name
Rundown, ruin, and defame
Building the faith to cross the street
Recall the crucify
Needing to detoxify
I can't take my sins anymore
The Savior is knocking at the door
I hate my vice
A new battle cry
Time to go testify
About the fool's paradise
I thank thee for your sacrifice
And giving me your living bread slice
The love on the cross and paying the price
All hail to the Mighty Lord God Jesus Christ
Copyright © G. Jay | Year Posted 2016
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