Perhaps I ask for the easy way out
By calling your name, I don't mean to pout
But I'm tired of constantly see what this world's about
Confusion, Death, Lies and living in doubt
I've been in the filth too long
Over and over I see men walking all wrong
People killing, people hating, people singing the man song
"It's all about me, I'm so smart, aren't I so strong?"
Or so the song goes, I grow weary of hearing it
I grow tired of the earth with all the sinful grit
I long for my home, the place of the Holy Spirit
The skyward throne of where my Father will always sit
I ask that you forgive me
For asking, for making my plea
That you make your return come quickly
Cause I'm only human, and tend to be in a hurry!