Make Everything RighT Forrister

Heavy as the thick black book that I carry around
In hopes that it would teach me how to love You right
I tried to get to shore
But I know I’m gonna drown
Waving my hands, watching rafts off in the night

Glorious unseen
I need you to speak to me
Because I’ve been bloodying my hands on the ladder
And shooting at my feet

And I don’t wanna tell you what goes on inside my room at night
When I'm wrapping bloody hands in old shirts
But I’d soak through my best clothes before I told you that my hands were hurt

So, One who made me
I need you to recreate me
Oh, the holy ghost came and spoke
In my room when I was still asleep

He said, “Wake up! Wake up!
I didn’t die to dream of death
Wake up! Wake up!
‘Cause you cannot save yourself!”
“Wake up! Wake up!
I didn’t die to dream of death
Wake up! Wake up!
‘Cause you cannot save yourself!”
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