Lord Lord you know I tried/When I should have been strong I cried/When I should have helped I walked on by/When I should have told the truth I straight up lied/I know your love has set me free/But I keep on putting you back on that tree/Oh Lord Have your mercy on me/Loving father put your grace on me on me/Put Grace on me on mePut Grace on me on mePut Grace on me on meLoving FatherPut your Mercy on me on mePut your Mercy on me on mePut your Mercy on me on meLoving FatherPut your Mercy on me on meTre's nerves are bubbling juggling jobs avoid hustlingHard trusting in God- because now he's strugglingTV's throwing lust at him Corners boys punking himWife wants to fuss with him LORD keep touching himHe might return to street life But he'll fight will all he canCause if they test him again He would hate to have kill a manThe pressure he can't handle it he's lost ways to channel itHe might black out then he ends up back in anger managementHis common problem is his values aren't- matching his walletHe's praying but still jobless his faith used to keep him honestHe's got visions of bad decisions that are void of the godly wisdomSo this one bad decision will most likely land him in prisonSo a week from now He'll be at a bank in townHe'll be yelling get down with some other clowns waving a gun aroundHe'll succeed ducking the cops and leaving with profitsBut he'll have problems dodging all the guilt that's working on his conscienceJane's feeling the pain like razors are in her veinLast year the cancer came and now her life has changedChemo and pain killers the disdain gets realerHer Hope becomes thinner from all the news that they give herShe taking the news with caution 'cause she knows the Lord is awesomeBut often she pauses of the losses and of what death cost usIs it worth fighting she nauseous plus the hospital chargesShe's heard there's light in the tunnel but all she sees is DarknessNo one is feeling her burden they just keep giving her sermonsIf they listened with more discernment they could tell that she's hurtingHer speech is just an illusion she's scared of the end conclusionIf she shares her doubt- she feels her image may be ruinedShe's holding her fears in tears in She'll be dead by years endShe's not thinking through how God forgives sinsUntil then her nights are long as she is faking strongIn the corner of her heart This will be her song singHow often we go thru the motions up and down rollercoastingScared to admit were hurting nervous thoughts of perversionThis culture we've built is perfect were saying his death was worthlessNot to concerned with His worship as along as we do our churchinWe're decorating our person just to continue liesOr shortcomings we hide is with a shallow disguiseTo prove we got it together to make it seem like were betterThan friends fam whoever we take some extreme measuresWe have a desire to add to the grace that we haveWe're never content with our lives we operate in prideWe hate to seem dependent but that's the way that He intendedHumans made in His image built to live in the tensionLearn wisdom we were distant his love we didn't deserve itWe confess that we're worthless then break our backs to earn itWithout you I'm helpless weak my existence is bleakI refuse to proceed without Your grace and mercy on me