Can't go back, Lord
Done destroyed by stray
Still yesterday is begging me
to trash today
Can't go back, Lord
This desire never ends
There's just no wiggle room
both knee & heart must bend
Sun up,
white knuckles
Sun down,
I buckle
It's not that I get so thirsty
near the end of the day
But I'll catch any big blurry bus
along New Mindset Way
Make me look good, Lord
For appearance sake
Get them helicopter eyes
on some other failure's wake
Make me look good, Lord
No more black sheep jokes
Even when they're funny
Need away from these folks
Too angry,
I'm blaming
Too happy,
Same ol' saming
Ironic now I look at
what turned me to slave
Forget booze & crystal meth
now it's trust that I crave
Your way, Lord
Need indwelling of Your flame
For to face those I disappointed
cures the poison of buried shame
Your way, Lord
Being uncomfortable's the rule
No more bad-day exceptions
No more unplugged fool
Drunkard
embraced
Transgressions
erased
But it's not just fear of God
that rules my day
Rather, the love of the Lord
strengthens my no to old ways
Psalm 1