My soul grieves for a game of soccer. Why am I at ease at the game of sin and injustice?

There is a place within the soul where mortals see what many cannot see, and they press on in the presence of the immortal one, every day, full of grieve and compassion, that He will light up a candle in that darkness and take away pain

Why am I at ease in Zion?

Why my soul

Why do you worry about a game of soccer and you are at ease, drinking and giving in of marriage

Like the days of Noah

There is a place I want to live

Where the mundane will not be inside my backpack

Help me O’ Lord

To die to the pulling of this world

To a world which is not tied up to my eternal purpose

I want to die so you can live.