What do I know?
What do I think?
Could all of this end?
Within a short blink?
What does it mean?
What purpose is served?
These thoughts all torment me
My mind, it’s unnerved
God, let me know
My question is fair
Is all of this worth it,
This worship, this prayer?
Please my Lord, hear me
I say unto you, not the booth
No need to keep hiding
Behind your veiled truth
Are you truly awaiting?
I so dearly must know
I beg, Lord, you show me
Take my hand; rest my soul
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