by: Eric Fulmer
I feel as if all I've ever said
Or all I've ever done.
Has been nothing but one more act
In the play through which I run.
For within me lies a gaping hole
That nothing else can fill.
For I have tried with everything
And it lies empty still.
And though I try my best to turn
Unto my God above
And look for Him to fill my heart
With his unfailing love;
Still I find myself returning
To that stinking place
Where I try to help myself
And escape from His embrace;
But he pulls me back, even closer yet
With His mercy undeserved
And forgives me for each time that I
Away from Him have swerved.
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