I’m praying to the ceiling,
I’m mumbling words,
I think you can hear me,
I think I’m a jerk,

If anyone could hear me,
They’d see the fool that I am,
Not one almost perfect,
But the king of a scam,
This isn’t me

I don’t know what to say…

I guess I believe You, that’s not enough for me,
To live this way, I’ll trade in everything,
Just to know that for certain, You hear me when I pray,
Otherwise, I don’t know what to say,

This used to be easy,
Then I learned to tell the truth,
Now everything’s harder,
Especially knowing you,

And I want You to be everything I need,
I need You to take all of me,
I want to be more than a wave tossed at sea,
Could this be me?

I don’t, know what to say…

At the edge of a cliff I’m standing,
A world of comfort behind me,
Jumping seems crazy,
Somehow I know You’ll catch me,
I know You’ll catch me,
Death is a lie.

I have something to say…

I am weak but I’m stronger than I used to be,
I can feel You now, working through me,
I gave up all my questions, and traded them for more,
I can see you better than I did before…

I can see past the ceiling,