Father give me a manFather give me a man
Father give me a man
one that will understand
my want and desire to,
be closer to You.
A righteous man,
one that will hold my hand
to lift me up when
I start to fall into sin.
A loving man,
one that will help me fan
my fire into a flame.
So my old and new won't be the same.
A trustworthy man,
one that will talk to me and
put his faith in You,
knowing that is all he can do.
Father give me a man
one who does as you command
who will care for me,
Father let us build a family
Hum, what can I say?
I knew you for a minute,
then you were taken away.
Well, I guess I can't even say that,
I never really knew you as a matter of fact.
Only what you wanted people to know,
only the feelings you were willing to show.
Each time you leave, your existence it seems,
was nothing more than a tall tailed dream.
And then you come back
but it's hardly even that,
because you're so different
[they say you've been sniffin' it].
It can't be just that
you've changed your entire act,
first for the bad and then for the good
[It's something I still haven't quite understood.]
Humm, "Have you ever known someone
that left for two years, came back, and
things were different between you?"
Well...no, I mean you left for a year already
and the only thing that changed at first
was just how truly far away from me
you really wanted to be.
Three times you left, I counted them and
each time you came back a different man.
The first you were mean;
The next you were nice;
The third, I'm not
Involuntary LoveInvoluntary Love
although we never kissed,
never once held a hand
diluted memories of
you are intertwined with
every random thought
that travels through the
space between my mind and
the remounts of the heart you once broke.
in every aspect I should desire
loss of memory when it comes to the
love I thought I had
in the heartache that I believed
could be true romance
and although I now know that
real feelings shall never
engulf the old desired love
freedom from those
old thoughts are what I desire as they
rewind and replay with
your every action even if
on most occasions they are not
understood for their true intentions.
In a walk with Christ
can be the hardest place to be
when all you see is what is in front of thee.
I know Jesus died for me.
But it is hard to follow all the laws
when I have so many flaws.
Yet still God loves me.
Even though I can be
he will remain.
He loves me so,
He will wait until I open my do(or).
I want to be a Christian,
on a mission.
If only I could stop dissin'
everyone and everything
tryin' to help me in a walk with my King.
If only I could see
It's not as hard as it seems to be.