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.