Help Me Hurt
This song is called Help Me Hurt
Lord, don't take me as I am
I'm not worthy of Your love
They drove nails into Your hands
I've only trampled on Your blood
I've been so quick to curse Your name
Because I saw an empty well
I was too blind to feel Your reign
Lord, I deserve to burn in hell
But You'll still take me as I am
Despite the dark inside of me
A sinner dead and to be damned
You asked to keep me company
Lord, don't take me as I am
This life does not belong to me
I welcome You into my heart
And Lord, I pray You never leave
'Cause You'll still take me as I am
Despite the dark inside of me
A sinner dead and to be damned
You asked to keep me company
And Lord, I know I have to change
I see my sin and hate it too
A dead man running toward the flames
I spit into Your face
You loved me when I hated You
I'm glad You take me as I am
I'm grateful for the air I breathe
There is nothing I deserve
There's still one thing I'd ask of Thee
That You'll break me like bread to better feed Your crowd
And make Thee weep for souls that do not know Your crowd
Lord, let them persecute me
Let them beat me down
Lord, help me hurt like You somehow
Lord, help me hurt like You somehow
Lord, don't take me as I am
I'm not worthy of Your love
They drove nails into Your hands
I've only trampled on Your blood
I've been so quick to curse Your name
Because I saw an empty well
I was too blind to feel Your reign
Lord, I deserve to burn in hell
But You'll still take me as I am
Despite the dark inside of me
A sinner dead and to be damned
You asked to keep me company
Lord, don't take me as I am
This life does not belong to me
I welcome You into my heart
And Lord, I pray You never leave
'Cause You'll still take me as I am
Despite the dark inside of me
A sinner dead and to be damned
You asked to keep me company
And Lord, I know I have to change
I see my sin and hate it too
A dead man running toward the flames
I spit into Your face
You loved me when I hated You
I'm glad You take me as I am
I'm grateful for the air I breathe
There is nothing I deserve
There's still one thing I'd ask of Thee
That You'll break me like bread to better feed Your crowd
And make Thee weep for souls that do not know Your crowd
Lord, let them persecute me
Let them beat me down
Lord, help me hurt like You somehow
Lord, help me hurt like You somehow
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Writer(s): Jacob David Mcelfresh
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