This life is an open wound that will not heal.
I cry out to God with all of my strenght.
Desperately, I reach for Him in the night.

This misery keeps my eyes from closing, keeps my mouth from being able to speak.
Is this as far as the arm of God extends?
Has the fire burned itself out?

There is no profit in this way of thinking.
I must escape this frame of mind.
The source of all creation is inside of me.

And when I think of all He has done, when I consider all that He is, I am complete.
I am complete.

This life is an open wound that will not heal.

i will endure.
it will endure in me.
until the end forever,
i will endure.
if we continue in these ways,
rebellion bends towards hatred.
we rise up for our cause
and forsake the outsiders.
where is this love, this understanding?
who will stand?
what will break down
if this uprise of self is left to reign? (This has chose?) for a standard to uphold.
an answer for the questions.
wavering of beliefs lead to destruction.
nothing remains constant to, to its origin.
but the unchanging faith of Christ,
the One stable since, since creation.
thoughts have come and theories have gone.
nothing has lasted through, through the resistance.
but can deny, who can dispute
the faith that's been throughout
since the foudation of the beginning?
it has always been and will always be.
forever.
it has been proven. it shall remain.
this faith has stood the test.
it persists through the conflict,
through the revolt against its ways.
nothing has held true like this.
no other has revealed such strength.
the roots deep within,
entangling around my Rock.
never letting go of this truth,
the power that sustained.
i will endure in what i believe, and what i believe
will endure in me...

Even with a diagram of
My DNA I leave scientists baffled 'till the end of the day they try to pick apart
My life-style and how I survive making money for the boss
while I make nickel and dime, and being on time takin' a punch and doin'
My best, not ever hearing good job
and staying upset it doesn't take to much to find the sediments they left behind.
Put down the book put up the walls I'm never givin' up at all
what's yours is yours, what's
Mine is yours and I'll mature.
Endure.
Not even with ten men holding
Me back not even with a devious planned attack contemplating
every move that I play willing the bad things all away keeping
the worry-free happiness philosophy that's what I let them see
when they try to look at Me.
Don't want out.
These issues arise everyday,
though you try to turn your head and walk away,
though it leaves you feeling insecure you're gonna feel your life mature.
Endure