This shell is wretched,
Tied to sin,
I fight a holy war within.
My heart, it keeps me close to you,
But soon the battle starts anew,
And twists my will to make me do,
The things I do not want to do.
I take the bribe and it is sweet,
My traitor hands, my traitor feet.
What sad and mornful irony:
His hands, his feet, they bled for me.
And when I'm wrapped in sinful glee,
Don't I condem Him to that tree?
So when I push Him from my mind,
What evil do my members find!
The devil tempts with lust and greed,
Then cuts me down and lets me bleed.
Unworthy, bathed in my own shame,
I call upon the Savior's name.
He reaches out a wounded hand,
And gives me strength in Him to stand.
*Hannah*
Tied to sin,
I fight a holy war within.
My heart, it keeps me close to you,
But soon the battle starts anew,
And twists my will to make me do,
The things I do not want to do.
I take the bribe and it is sweet,
My traitor hands, my traitor feet.
What sad and mornful irony:
His hands, his feet, they bled for me.
And when I'm wrapped in sinful glee,
Don't I condem Him to that tree?
So when I push Him from my mind,
What evil do my members find!
The devil tempts with lust and greed,
Then cuts me down and lets me bleed.
Unworthy, bathed in my own shame,
I call upon the Savior's name.
He reaches out a wounded hand,
And gives me strength in Him to stand.
*Hannah*
