Sitting alone with my thoughts
Am I willing to pay the cost
And go where they take me,
Or will they break me,
And leave me but a shell
Trapped inside my own personal hell
Here in the silence,
My soul inflicts violence
Upon my disguise,
Breaking through the lies
That I've made myself believe
In order to hide myself from me
With my true self exposed
I see the man that He knows,
Yet died to save
From the cold grave
Making a prince from a knave
Giving freedom to a lowly slave
Confronted with my true condition
I fall to my knees in submission,
Acknowledging all my sin
Allowing true repentance to begin
Until His presence enlivens this shell
And heaven invades my own personal hell
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