It is impossible to deny my Lord, Though I have before over and over again,

When it comes down to it, black and white I must retreat to my friend

He comes close but, oh so am I resistant

Closer than a brother seemed so good at the time, now resistant

Hate, anger, frustration screaming voices, blood, swet, tears

Waterfall, rain, cleansing, a new state of mind, fears,

Shaking, scared all seems too much to bare,

Pointing the finger, left, right, no one cares,

Brokeness is a gift, so its been written

Kings, Queens, to the holy of holies smitten

I come naked, no more hiding, all barren and true

To you oh Lord, all of me to you…