Sarah

How can you stand there in the front row
Hands raised to the sky
Proclaiming the Name of Jesus
It all seems like a lie

Judge lest I be judged
But all that you've shown me
Is selfishness and hatred
Heaps of hypocracy

Your worse than the man in the back
The one who beat his wife
At least that man admits he's wrong
And chose to change his life

The story in your head
Is so completely wrong
If it were up to me, my dear
You'd already be gone

I used to want to make it work
I used really care
But your stress has spread to my household
And it does not belong there

Not one ounce of the blame is mine
There's nothing you can say
That will convince me you deserve my dad
For even one more day

(God I’m calling you
Send an angel send two
I want a move but I’m trapped in the outer room
I know you hear me clearly I’m weary
Come and fill me with your power heal me)

Dad, Jesse, Jonah... Please get better.