At most times, He touches my heart
And asks me of my faithfulness
I would willingly say,
‘I would follow you
I won’t do anything that will make you hate me’
But every time I say these,
My tongue is coated with
Where will I even go?
When I know I am at lost.
When I know I betrayed Him.
Until when will He care for me?
Until when will His patience wear off.
Do I even deserve to heard again?
Much more, to be forgiven?
Past my dirty soul
Will I even see myself or no more?