Psalm

Time keeps moving like a highway track;
I'm parked on the shoulder with a broken clutch.
Never used to struggle with keeping up,
till I was drowning in my sorrow with my backside up.

I'm losing touch; I'm desperate.
I need a miracle... need a miracle.

I walked through the shadow with my broken heart;
I know that I need Ya' but I've grown too smart.
Ten thousand reasons I don't give You time,
but it will only take one for you to change my mind.

But, I can't help but think:
that You have moved along, yeah, You've moved right on.
No oh ah...
ooohhhh...

Beneath the smiles and laughter I'm a mess of a catastrophe.
The nights I've spent down on my knees just begging for a sign.

I hope that You can see me now for everything I am:
an all-conflicted joyless soul that's trapped inside a man.
Oh, I can see reason for apathy,
cause You don't need me,
not the way I need You.

Even still, can't help but think I lost
a part of me that used to see a way into Your heart,
cause I'm comfortable right here
with my cup half full; I am comfortable.

I don't need a tragedy to shake my solid ground
and I don't need a fire sent to burn the good I've found.
I understand if You've had a change in plans,
cause You don't need me; not the way I need You.

Suppose that I am partially to blame;
I made some vows that I could never break.
I won't be made a victim, not again.
I need You now to meet me where I am.

I'm losing touch; I'm desperate.
I need a miracle... need a miracle.