is about Cliff’s struggle with pornography and his perspective on how it hindered his walk with Christ.
lyrics
Oh, God, I deserve abandonment. I searched the web for love, But I still haven’t found it yet.
Fear not for your children, God. The world never leaves any hungry. It provides cable-fed love,
And an abominable ruse of normality.
Everything is content as I press keys with fingertips. If my eyes closed instead of opened,
Maybe I’d see what I’ve missed.
I never needed your divine guidance.
I can do this on my own.
Why would you crucify Christ to exemplify love, If I could find it on my cell phone?
How am I alone with any lover seconds away? I can’t run far enough,
But eternally you never stray.
How am I permitted to breathe?
Even the grants of damnation are not punishment enough for me. Six feet of dirt make all men equal.
Equally unworthy of encirclement by dirt that you willed.
Six feet of dirt. Buried in dirt,
Still it obeys your trust.
To die a martyrs death still wouldn’t be enough.
Made of dirt.
Thank you for your undeserving grace.
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