BROKEN
I crawled, I cried, I was in utter despair
Where are you God, why aren't you here
Broken as a limb snapped from a tree
Ever longing to be set free
Was I ready to give in set my will aside
go along for the ride
go along for the ride
Accepting my savior who would never flee
from a poor sinner like me
from a poor sinner like me
one more time back on my knees
Take this God, take this inner torment from me
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