Soul

The Eye has no mercy.
As the clouds veils upon me,
my sight isn't going to hold em off too long.
Voices, resounded over and over,
for I know what's happening.

It is not about Him if you would say,
but the weight of action is bared upon me.
The road are meant to be, this lonely.

Still, i held my sword, even though i am dragging,
carries my shield and remembers my armor.
It is not heavy, not to what's outside of me.

Oh Lord, I am of unworthy.
I am but a mere creation of You.
Yet You stare upon me, as if i am of precious.
You carry hope as You speak
and it is to be mine to believe.

Keep hope alive.
The only phrase i could remember.
The only reason i'm still walking.
The only thing he couldn't crush.

For not of who i am and what i believe
But of who You are and what You give.