Topic: Inculcation
INCULCATION
I was never a part of the scene.
I was comin' apart at the seams.
My Jesus, all I could see...
Sure God, was dwellin' in me.
Alone with the truth, in bed as a child...
Wrestling desperately, flailing and wild.
Hoping against hope, that it could be true...
Jesus would love me, but what could I do?
Hated myself with a passion.
Sure I'd burn after this for my actions.
Knew I just had to believe.
Took decades for me to break free.
Alone with the truth, in bed as a child...
Wrestling desperately, flailing and wild.
Hoping against hope, that it could be true...
Jesus would love me, but what could I do?
I slept, at night with my demons.
A dreamin' and always a fearin'...
That Jesus would come back and set me on fire...
All the while Satan, wearing a smile.
Alone with the truth, in bed as a man...
At peace with the facts, just do what I can.
False hope is blinding, faith is a lie.
Take your time, look closer, just analyze.
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Start with you.
Do the next right thing.