My Failing Heart

2011-09-01 | by Paramaecium
Writer: Paramaecium

Evil calls to me, reaching out through eternity Evil takes away all the faith that I own today Demons taunt my soul, throw my heart in this wretched hole Jesus calls to me ... I answer "No"
My failing heart is cold unto myself My own convictions have not been proven My failing heart has called unto myself It lives in hope that I might find my way It hopes in vain that I might find my way
As I stand on the edge of the Sea which is Dead And ponder the fate of Gomorrah I wonder upon which edge my soul will be standing tomorrow I've passed through Jericho to the sands of Judea To travel through wild lands seeking answers I fear, God
My failing heart is cold unto myself My own convictions have not been proven My failing heart has called unto myself It lives in hope that I might find my way It hopes in vain that I might find my ...
Evil calls to me, tears the face off my destiny Evil takes away all the words I had come to pray Daylight finds me here, 'neath this encroaching atmosphere Demons call to me, I answer
My failing heart is cold unto myself My own convictions have not been proven My failing heart has called unto myself It hopes in vain that I might find my way It lives in hope that I might find my way I've found my way