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.