The world as we know it
is ending,
all the fear,
all the worry,
are becoming reality.
My life goes by,
I eat,
I sleep,
I work,
I laugh,
I scream,
I find fault,
I point fingers,
I criticize,
I am right,
I am wrong,
I am filthy rags,
I am nothing;
all I really want
is You.
Look down on me now,
see the hope
growing inside,
see what no one else
can see,
see beyond the façade,
see beneath the veneer,
see that all I really want
is You.
Reach out Your mighty hand,
pull me from this pit,
save me from the enemy
waiting to conquer and destroy,
remove all the iniquities and impurities,
help me rise
above the stench and filth,
let all the world see;
all I really want
is You.
.
.
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