You call to me to fall to your castle
In righteous desires I commit to win
In your ways so powerful is how I mourn
For my brothers and sisters of their ways
So convicted I am to open their eyes
But they sit blind.
How am I blind?
I can insist your truth does not exist
Or I can offer you insight to what is bright.
So I reason with my contentions and preserve
The candid source of what turns
Into restitution and assists the real you, God.