He Is There
When I am turned on to something that turns out my soul
I get broken and bad and bent like a bow
Fallen angels of fury...with their arrows they take aim
Pierced and soon poisoned...daylight turns to darkness...dizzy and drained
On my deathbed I'm dying...I take a bold dare
I cry out to Christ...He is there
When I am down and disgusted and cannot be trusted...He is there
When I am warped and I'm wicked...angry and addicted...He is there
When I am flooded with fear and hear crooked ones cheer...He is there
When I am lost like a liar...fallacy and fiction turns to fire from the friction...He is there
When I am seeking only mercy on streets full of monsters...He is there
When I am doing dark deeds for diamonds and dollars...He is there
When the dirt and the dust deposit me in a spiritual dumpster...He is there
When there is too much weight on my wings and it is impossible to fly...He is there
When I call on a synthetic savior and all I see are snares...He is there
When I am entrapped by an artificial angel with hellfire flowing from her hair...He is there
When nobody comes and nobody cares...He is there
He is there from the beginning to the end...through the thick and the thin
Crime after crime and sin after sin
When I am in pleasure or in pain I come to Him in prayer
He is there
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