The Field
Jesus, please help.
I’m tired of doing life like this
I stepped into a pit of demonic oppressors I felt were meant for me
I think they’re killing me
I want to do right
but I’ve mixed my rights with left
and it’s felt me digging deep inside myself
I’m my own worst enemy
dragging me to Hell with help
Who needs help from Hell?
Jesus, please help.
I’m on my knees confessing my mess
Stressing a blessing deserving of death
I never thought I’d be calling on you
but I’m at the end of my road, and you’re the only one left
I’ve made it too far to clean up before I call
even if I cleaned up, I’m still made out of dirt
I’m calling on you with faith that it works
but little did I know you called on me first
Thank Jesus!
You showed up sowing my broken soul up
Those demons that had my soul in a clutch, sure know
how to run when I call your name
Name above all, I involve your flame
With my heart, my soul, and all my brain
to make a change in someone’s life
who feels they can’t get it right
shining my little light in the darkness like bling bling
All praise King of Kings who save me to feed seeds in the dirt
Faith in Jesus produces works
Thank Jesus
