When the lyrics of a song say everything you’ve been trying to articulate.
“Truth is I’m tired,
Options are few,
I’m trying to pray,
But where are You?
I’m all churched out,
Hurt and abused
I can’t fake…
What’s left to do?
Truth is I’m weak,
No strength to fight,
No tears to cry,
Even if I tried.
But still my soul
Refuses to die.
One touch will change my life.
Take me to the King
I don’t have much to bring,
My heart is torn in pieces
But it’s my offering.
Lay me at the throne,
Leave me there alone,
To gaze upon Your glory, and sing to You this song…
Please take me to the King.
– Tamela Mann – Take me to the King.
