paroles de chanson My Closet - R-Swift

Huh!
Here we go in the closet again.
It's the only place I can really be alone with you, but;
In this closet
I look at;
How I always gave you minimum faith,
Like the word of God was just a minimum phrase.
My Time with you cut short like minimum wage,
I live in disgrace my description is a menace to grace
Just as bad as the same Romans that spit in your face
A defiled gentile in a venomous state I'm falling,
In the bottom of this pit
In my sinister ways I'm calling Your
Name from bondage and sin is the chain.
I'm reaching trying to touch the hem of your garment I'm pleading,
That's why I keep my chin to the carpet
It's Jesus who knows my deceitful heart
Yet it's Egypt the place where I reside in the darkness.
I'm locked in this closet of transgression I can't mask it.
It's hard to grab gladness when I know my passion is absent.
Its sad when I'm always passing passages of scripture,
That explains that even when we fell Christ is the victor, but
We always quick to ruin the whole mixture,
Thinking that we can fix stuff without you in the picture,
Lord forgive us.
For depending on ourselves instead of
Relying on the sword that you give us,
Surrounded by evil,
No matter how much I try to reach you
A part of me is saying I don't need you,
This couldn't be true,
Cause I can't live a day without your grace,
Thats why I earnestly seek you
In this closet.