More of a poem than a rap.
I feel the Lord in my soul but I can't get a grasp,
on the fact that he's there guiding my every task.
Atheists try to persuade me that he doesn't exist,
But i know In this story, God is the narrator and i'm the twist.
Maybe it's my lifestyle I'm afraid to let go,
Everything in excess, when it rains I want snow.
I keep telling myself to fall on my knees and just pray,
But I'm a hotel in which these demons insist that they stay.
Lust, Anger, and Selfishness are so hard to push away
I lay down to sleep only to let my thoughts wander,
About all these gifts from God that I've squandered.
All the love in this world shows me there's a god,
But all the hatred and the murder try to convince me that there's not.
I'm sure the Lord feels rejected as I push away his love,
He died for me, only to get ignored with a shove.
The spirit creeps inside for a moment, and I see the light,
but the worlds many distractions distract me from what is right
I want to walk with Jesus before Satan takes my hand,
I'd do anything for that treasure even buy the entire land.
For those confused about the last bar: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+13%3A44-49&version=NIV
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