(Another mentally draining day.  Thus time, writing wasn’t as taxing as it had been on days like these.  The lyrics to this are so incredible.  Day 173…)

Every whisper of every waking hour, I’m choosing my confessions, trying to keep an eye on you…

Unanswered prayers should not be tests of faith
Who am I to rush God?
A sinner.
Doing what sinners do
Be selfish.

It’s said that if I believe with all my heart
I shall receive salvation
Where is the gospel with your name in the scripture?
These words to you, I’ve bled
The pen is nailed to my palm
This is my moment before death
Wondering if I’ll be born again
Or if what I saw was a lie.