Born into faith
Learnt about fate
The concept of my reality
Tilting from my sanity
The difference is clear
Similarities remain a blur
All at once
I am tired of it
To give me hope
It was meant to be
But confuse me more it did
Do good deeds
And God will be pleased
I can’t meet up
That is clear
Born an imperfection
Strive for perfection
I hear daily
But he will punish me
If I don’t meet up
He alone is perfect
I am not meant to be
But perfect I must be
Else, in a burning flame I will end
Saved by grace
But its not enough
To secure for me a place of rest
I try my best
But I always fall short
Of the perfection I am meant to be
Am not of this world
But I must not leave
Unless the owner of my soul
Asks for me
My thoughts
And acts
All must conform to his command
Else I burn in fiery hell
No questions asked
Else I blaspheme
I live in fear
Holding my life dear
Hoping his blessings are near
Free will I hear
But I live in fear
Please the perfect God I might never do
Constant guilt
my daily duty
Each day I fall short
Each day I might die
With me, he might not be pleased
God of mercy
God of love
With a patience that runs out
When the trumpet sounds
When the time will be over
To know he won’t permit
Searching for him all my life
Into his word I dive
But more and more I get confused
Some am asked to discard
Some am asked to regard
All yet I can’t keep
How do I know which one to sieve?
Hope for eternity
Is what led me to this insanity
If you are above o great God
What am I to do?
Help me with my inadequacies
To ignore the righteous conspiracies
So I can find some sanity
Because I need my reality