I'm making a mess of it all, I can't do it right,
I'm picking up pieces of paper and dropping then through the night;
I want to do the right thing but litter litters my mind,
I am trying to do what I should do but heaven is hard to find.
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I know Jesus is the centre of it all and he can always fix my mess,
He's the king and messiah coming back to take me home after I confess;
He'll forgive my sin and help me get back on the right road again,
He'll show me the light at the end of the tunnel to find my way then.
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I know I keep going the wrong way but God keeps drawing me back to him,
When I'm down and out and forsaken he leads me to stop my whim;
In the deepest darkest desire of my heart and my soul is caught in sin,
He teaches me to be whole again and leads me to live and to win.
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I'm making a mess of it all because I can't even put it down right,
I'm trying to write my way out of it all but God will win the fight;
I'm trying to learn to live and love instead of dying and going to hell,
Where he works out everything for me and my life it will turn out well.
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I know I'm making a mess of it all with temptations offered by,
The devil who tricks and fools me to let me think not to try;
But I want to be more like Jesus and I really want to do what's right,
And I write this along the lines to find his design and sure sight;
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I know I'm making a mess of it all and I really need pray and care,
For I'm not smart enough to do it alone and the Lord is in the air;
I know I'm making a mess of it all even when I try the best I can,
For I always fall short of God's Glory because I deny and doubt and plan.
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Signed,
Get me out of this
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