Life's been taking an odd turn lately. Not necessarily bad. But as I plead to God for guidance, I remembered those days when I had not yet found my faith, and more so have I remembered the path that took me here. This is that path. This is how I found my faith. Though I have sinned, as we all do, I pray that God's grace may find me still.
By the way, "tears" is meant in the sense, to be torn. Not tears of sadness, for example.
Thy Kingdom Come
Hilltop high and years gone by,
and there the shepherd lost.
Twisted by words faithless, wry,
and snares of bitter frost.
Through faith of man,
Thy kingdom come.
Through precious lamb,
Thy will be done.
I have through many trials and pains,
prayed helpless by your throne.
And grace of God that severs chains,
has freed my heart of stone.
Through will of God,
let justice reign.
Through sin of man,
let there be pain.
My soul has crawled through one great waste,
and brought for faithless glares.
With grace of God, though, I am faced,
to heal my wounds and tears.
Through pain of man,
let freedom rise.
Thou shalt none damn,
to great demise.
My heart shall not be free of sin,
for God I did deceive.
Yet I hear calls, still soft and thin,
to charity receive.
For freedom praised,
He died below.
The cross was raised,
to grace bestow.
Praise the Lord, for I am saved,
a blind man a-mong sheep.
Though better blind and not enslaved,
so my faith I may keep.