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Here's a song I wrote the lyrics for. I did not compose any of the music nor did I actually perform any of the music. I just provided the lyrics.
Here is the song (Be aware that this song is of the Blackened Death Metal genre, which is not everyone's cup of tea).
And the lyrics:
Here is the song (Be aware that this song is of the Blackened Death Metal genre, which is not everyone's cup of tea).
And the lyrics:
Oh, my Lord, I can hide
nothing from You.
My sin uncovered and
I feel such deep sorrow.
And the work I have done
is only just a shadow.
So, How can I live, let alone
walk beside You?
I cannot do a thing on my own,
I can only follow.
And to my sin, I would say,
I do not want to do.
I'd owe myself to despair,
today and tomorrow.
By these mistakes, and my faults
my death would be my own.
Please hear my question I give and lay
down before You.
Have You departed from me my Lord?
To sin I return to trouble.
In this state that I do live,
I left it all to chance.
I ask You how Your call could be
directly and to me?
I have no doubt what I'll do
with my will and my being.
Please don't take Your grace from me,
or Your will upon me.
I have regret, indeed I do, and sacrifice.
Taking myself toward death,
I sin and sin again.
In this state I know remorse and
it's my bitter end.
If You can hear me, I would beg and
ask for Your forgiveness.
But In my labored toil you say,
"Love is better than sacrifice."
It initially seems to be,
the hardening of the clay,
But in due time and your call,
the waxing of a candle.
With a bit of bite of evil,
but after little remittance,
I know You've chosen me to do things
tiny and also small,
Lord, though I'm a wicked servant.
nothing from You.
My sin uncovered and
I feel such deep sorrow.
And the work I have done
is only just a shadow.
So, How can I live, let alone
walk beside You?
I cannot do a thing on my own,
I can only follow.
And to my sin, I would say,
I do not want to do.
I'd owe myself to despair,
today and tomorrow.
By these mistakes, and my faults
my death would be my own.
Please hear my question I give and lay
down before You.
Have You departed from me my Lord?
To sin I return to trouble.
In this state that I do live,
I left it all to chance.
I ask You how Your call could be
directly and to me?
I have no doubt what I'll do
with my will and my being.
Please don't take Your grace from me,
or Your will upon me.
I have regret, indeed I do, and sacrifice.
Taking myself toward death,
I sin and sin again.
In this state I know remorse and
it's my bitter end.
If You can hear me, I would beg and
ask for Your forgiveness.
But In my labored toil you say,
"Love is better than sacrifice."
It initially seems to be,
the hardening of the clay,
But in due time and your call,
the waxing of a candle.
With a bit of bite of evil,
but after little remittance,
I know You've chosen me to do things
tiny and also small,
Lord, though I'm a wicked servant.
