I form this in the body of a question,
Often you have left my mind questioning
Why would you touch me
And speak to my desire
To be held on high regards
Yet you blow out my fire
If not to love me
Why would you eat from my fruit
After newness is gone
Why must evil
I believe you try to execute the Jesus in me
And like a fool I must admit
What your doing to me I don’t want you to quit
So I pose this to you in the form of a question
Tell me, what the hell am I suppose to do?
Often you have left my mind questioning
Why would you touch me
And speak to my desire
To be held on high regards
Yet you blow out my fire
If not to love me
Why would you eat from my fruit
After newness is gone
Why must evil
I believe you try to execute the Jesus in me
And like a fool I must admit
What your doing to me I don’t want you to quit
So I pose this to you in the form of a question
Tell me, what the hell am I suppose to do?