Tell Me O' Lord

Tell Me O' Lord

Tell me Your plan will not spare me

For in the end I face the same judge

Nails, logs, casting ropes

Take away the doubt, take away fear,

Take away my selfish deals

Knowing You, I spare not my soul

I spare the body it is intombed

Blind me to other's foolish ways

Deafen the laughter of mockery

Torture the lust of longing

For all these as my struggles

I Hold On To In Your Face

Played and marked, tortured I am

No friend to You may be too late

I pray, may I not be

Love knows time,

They are each others only friend