Page Thirty One
I'm so unfit for this, there's still so much in
me thats unfinished
I need to replinish catch me @ the brook
I dehyrated myself
With my lack of selflessness
So its evident what I'm developing
My battles with sin flesh & the devil got me weary
So I enslaved myself in the prism
Isolated myself from you sometimes
When you win you're really losing
And I lost most of me in the process
Solitary confinement with no lock pick
What I sinned and hurt God most with I cut it off
Count it as loss, my back against the wall
Standing tall to this giant I'm trying to slay
But like him I have no power...unless I learn
To be obedient and obey so in the end
Who really gets slain
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