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Why do you look so tired?
Snap out of it!
I want to hit you
I want to hold you
I want to break you
so I can figure out what to fix

I want to free you
but I cant do that
and I have no idea
other then one who can

AND HES NOT ANSWERING

I am living righteously
I do not let these things come to me
I take every thought captive
just in case it could help ease your mind

I would fast years for you
become skin and bones for you
I would trade places if I just knew how
and all these things
that never slow down
will take us down
BUT I CANT LET THAT HAPPEN

I am so small, I am so weak
and you are a little one to me
WHere is this God
the one I trust in
I know He can see and hear me

Righteousness, blessed be the righteous
and isn't that what we strive to do
not only out of love and obedience but so we can be protected...
right?

I don't lay bloody on the side of the freeway
glass cuts my skin and that is their new home
my mind is sharper now
but why couldn't He have left me there alone?
maybe it would spare your pain now?
Does He choose how many in a family?
some deserve more then others?
Some can handle more then others?
some need to learn more then others?
TEACH ME QUICKLY CAUSE WE WILL BREAK!

Where are you? Can't you see
my little one is struggling to be free
and you seem not to care
because I know you hear
but is all this rain your tears?
please please PLEASE PLEASE please please please please please NOW NOW not later, now...

I don't understand,
and as I fumble over words,
I know what uncertainty feels like

complete helplessness
complete doubt
but never complete
cause HE is on my side...I whisper myself to sleep, bitterly, these prayers I offer up to you
in defense of one I call my own, I offer up these prayers, as do many for their lost and you,
YOU, remain silent? or do I not see? I will not know, not until eternity

THESE FUMBLING OF MY WORDS DOES NOT MEAN I CAN NOT SCREAM, BEGGING FOR YOUR HELP, I AM BEGGING, I am begging...

we are all tired...but he is more, or maybe You are more, I dont know...
we are all tired...and I will never stop, because You are the only answer

mud can be fun, because you feel free to grow
but when the rain doesn't stop, and this becomes quick sand
desperation reaches its peak...and we are all lost for words
only screams are what sounds, from our very wet lungs
as we choke on this damp air, which turns to hail and makes our blood swim with this mud
till mud is in our veins, and you are sitting there watching, your creation, your creation, your creation waiting on you...

I am not Job
he is not Job
nore anyone else with these problems is Job
Job is Job...the one you blessed with curses
death became his very best friend, pain became his mistress
lies, deception, defeat, and disgrace were his concubines...

but dear Lord, MY GOD
I am not Job...
he is not Job...
we ARE NOT Job...

so what may I ask, do you need from me
to end this desperation and pain.

I know you hear, and I know you see me
so please, answer me quickly.

Description
Why do you look so tired?
Snap out of it!
I want to hit you
I want to hold you
I want to break you
so I can figure out what to fix

I want to free you
but I cant do that
and I have no idea
other then one who can

AND HES NOT ANSWERING

I am living righteously
I do not let these things come to me
I take every thought captive
just in case it could help ease your mind

I would fast years for you
become skin and bones for you
I would trade places if I just knew how
and all these things
that never slow down
will take us down
BUT I CANT LET THAT HAPPEN

I am so small, I am so weak
and you are a little one to me
WHere is this God
the one I trust in
I know He can see and hear me

Righteousness, blessed be the righteous
and isn't that what we strive to do
not only out of love and obedience but so we can be protected...
right?

I don't lay bloody on the side of the freeway
glass cuts my skin and that is their new home
my mind is sharper now
but why couldn't He have left me there alone?
maybe it would spare your pain now?
Does He choose how many in a family?
some deserve more then others?
Some can handle more then others?
some need to learn more then others?
TEACH ME QUICKLY CAUSE WE WILL BREAK!

Where are you? Can't you see
my little one is struggling to be free
and you seem not to care
because I know you hear
but is all this rain your tears?
please please PLEASE PLEASE please please please please please NOW NOW not later, now...

I don't understand,
and as I fumble over words,
I know what uncertainty feels like

complete helplessness
complete doubt
but never complete
cause HE is on my side...I whisper myself to sleep, bitterly, these prayers I offer up to you
in defense of one I call my own, I offer up these prayers, as do many for their lost and you,
YOU, remain silent? or do I not see? I will not know, not until eternity

THESE FUMBLING OF MY WORDS DOES NOT MEAN I CAN NOT SCREAM, BEGGING FOR YOUR HELP, I AM BEGGING, I am begging...

we are all tired...but he is more, or maybe You are more, I dont know...
we are all tired...and I will never stop, because You are the only answer

mud can be fun, because you feel free to grow
but when the rain doesn't stop, and this becomes quick sand
desperation reaches its peak...and we are all lost for words
only screams are what sounds, from our very wet lungs
as we choke on this damp air, which turns to hail and makes our blood swim with this mud
till mud is in our veins, and you are sitting there watching, your creation, your creation, your creation waiting on you...

I am not Job
he is not Job
nore anyone else with these problems is Job
Job is Job...the one you blessed with curses
death became his very best friend, pain became his mistress
lies, deception, defeat, and disgrace were his concubines...

but dear Lord, MY GOD
I am not Job...
he is not Job...
we ARE NOT Job...

so what may I ask, do you need from me
to end this desperation and pain.

I know you hear, and I know you see me
so please, answer me quickly.