(5.27.04)
jesu
my heart feels like shattered windows
broken dreams that cling to me like
the rusty nails that clung to Jesus
as He was crucified infront of a mass
of wretched souls and you crucify me
everyday and jab your spear of hate
deep into my side when all ive done
is try to help you and you just leave
me there for all others to sit and watch
me when all i did was try to help i dont
want to feel your pain anymore and have
you whip my back just to see if you can
make me blead im tired of carrying your
cross walking uphill never stopping to rest
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