I think I've tried everything to find this Jesus Christian's are so sure about. I've looked high and low, I've looked in and out, but faith soon disappears like a vapour. I'm lost for the word's to describe the hell my life has been in pushing myself to believe over and over.
I must secretly admit, God knows that I can't believe because I'm afraid of what he'll do to me if I don't. But if I believe to save my own neck, then what kind of person does that make me?
I've been away for a while because I've been bouncing to and from the street's, it's been a terrible few month's. I called out to Jesus while I was sleeping in the gutters, and he never comforted me once. No, I just walked around in the cold feeling like I've been kicked in the gut's.
Well I would have hoped Jesus could cheer me up in a terrible place, but that promise fell far short. No, I don't trust this Jesus anymore, why should I?
I must secretly admit, God knows that I can't believe because I'm afraid of what he'll do to me if I don't. But if I believe to save my own neck, then what kind of person does that make me?
I've been away for a while because I've been bouncing to and from the street's, it's been a terrible few month's. I called out to Jesus while I was sleeping in the gutters, and he never comforted me once. No, I just walked around in the cold feeling like I've been kicked in the gut's.
Well I would have hoped Jesus could cheer me up in a terrible place, but that promise fell far short. No, I don't trust this Jesus anymore, why should I?