I wish that I could be mad at you
get angry at the things I think you do
discover what I've always thought to be true
but your heart does not lie
instead it tells me what I want to hear
through a haze of drunken fear
pleading to know that you're truly here
not a just passer-by
and so my heart hardens each day
pleading with Jesus to make this go-away
and through the silence He whispers
"just one more day"
and I remember I am forgiven
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