Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I wanna be like Jesus in my heart,
Lord, in my heart. I also wanna live.
So what’s it gonna be? It’s him or me—
I can’t go schizophrenic on a mixed
up, messed up maniac messiah and
be sane—and not to mention happy—so
I need to be like something genuine
and—more than like, but actual—within
whatever faith attempts I undergo.
Lord, I don’t wanna die. Don’t reprimand
my honesty (I’m sure you won’t). I’ve fixed
my hope on you and I don’t wanna be
undone and broken; what is faith to give
to wanton wreckage? Lord, I’m torn apart.

I'm torn apart too Joel.
Thank you for this write, rite, right.
It's a prayer I can say, and really mean....

H

My friend was writing me letters
he reported that when he typed in 'Lrod'
that his spell checker suggested 'Lord'

I told him to just click 'ignore'