Will I live another day,
my prayer to God is what I say,
the bad things I have done I contemplate,
trying so hard to meditate,
I often hesitate,
wondering why my thoughts collide,
wondering if he hears my words,
his truth fills my heart,
washing my past away,
but sin returns to torment my soul,
my knees are sore,
my lips are burning,
God's willing is what I echo,
he peers into my soul each second,
finding all my misdeeds,
no chance of hiding,
at times it feels like I am sliding,
God's willing is my cry,
my God I leave it up to you,
rescue me from heartache,
pull me from the vile of men,
they bring only heartache,
they are beasts waiting to devour my soul,
God willing is my hope....


Dayne-Christopher