Restoration of a saint
Neshamah
Restoration, a fire needed to ignite what's left of a raging fire.
Once so rampant but now almost dampened by the raging waters of this world.
I lay in sorrow of what was pure and beautiful,
jaded by religious rules and man made law.
A truthless heart, an open grave, pray the Lord your soul to save.
I cry out to You,
my God and saviour to give a new wave of Your spirit in my veins.
To flood my veins, for Your will not mine.
Once so rampant but now almost dampened by the raging waters of this world.
I lay in sorrow of what was pure and beautiful,
jaded by religious rules and man made law.
A truthless heart, an open grave, pray the Lord your soul to save.
I cry out to You,
my God and saviour to give a new wave of Your spirit in my veins.
To flood my veins, for Your will not mine.
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