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I used to say a prayer before I slept; so the Lord my soul would keep--
Now I fall asleep after I weep--the devil my soul to take.

I found answers in my lucid dreams; slay demons with a stare while
the angels sing again...

"All Glory to the Lord!--King of Kings, Ruler of the world!"

Before all my prayers were answered, now I see them on a waiting list
with my hands empty and knees bloody--The truth about me...
I am a divine sinner!

I hear the trumpets' sound from the heavens above--cheers of rejoice
from the brethren...

"All Glory to the Lord!--King of Kings, Ruler of the world!"

Guide me, protect me--I ask thee', "Why have you forsaken me?"

Your mission was to save me, on foreign land you died for me--
A cross I hear!

Still I feel empty, deceptive without honesty--feelings that became
when I said a prayer for you...

The battered and lonely cry out to me--I tell them, "I am not a minister!"
enter their dreams with sinister views scattered out the window...

People around me doubt 'spiritual revolution'--instigating; who do you
believe in? Screaming, "Off with his head," if its not Jesus...

A religious puppet I am not, no strings attached! who do you believe
is King?

I hear the trumpets sound from the heavens above--cheers of rejoice
from the brethren...

Guide me, protect me--I ask thee', "Why have you forsaken me?"

I wear the 'crown of thorns' to feel your pain, the perfect stranger
without a name to be called out--in the book of life! I used to say a
prayer, but now I feel condemned...

My hands burn when I open the Bible, the mission bells ringing, Saints
are singing, sounds like mockery to me, many call 'Jesus' their savior
for convenience, but not me!

Willingly I accept my fate, salvation is only a prayer away--I chose not too!