Called

I won't

I won't pick, it up

Although the sound of the phone call rings

I won't put down the fear, drop off the doubts

I won't raise my voice because what comes out of my mouth is empty

What's drawn from my spirit is sketchy

What's pulled from my actions are toxic deadly

I won't speak because the words written out of my mouth

Never sounds right like I'm a lefty

They all sound so, messy

I won't cause I can't

I can't pause the conversations to count the cost and digits

I won't light a fire in my bones, I mean that would burn my bridges

I need the riches, I have a vision

Friends tell me how life's fast phases will leave you in tears

I need the stitches

Hands back to the plough but I still sidetrack

Right back with a cowl

Masked back with a scowl

Hands back to the plough but I still retract

Lot's wife with a spoon instead of a knife because I can't cut ties

I still look back

I can't

Because he wants my whole life

So I'll have nothing left, distressed SOS

I might have regrets

Cold sweats from the fact that I might meet death

Digress to the fact that I might meet life instead

Find a life

When you finally reach my line, Lord I know I live for you but

I'll just have to decline

I really want you to come in, but I haven't swept

Flight mode I'm too high right now

So I'll have to return your texts

Messages. They play

The messages they play on repeat in my sleep

Deep calleth unto deep, in my sleep

The messages they play on repeat in my sleep

You are Called

The messages they play on repeat in my sleep

For such a time

The messages they play on repeat in my sleep

As this

I will. Lord, I will. I cry face down to the floor, I will

My life, My all, It's yours, I will

Use my voice Lord, strip me stark to my bark

Let me bear fruits, blending myself as juice

Let me be reduced, I don't want to repeat the cycle

In you I'm remade, ready to serve for you

For your glory remade