Release

What is it, Lord

What is it I've been hiding?

What is it I'm so afraid to look at?

Why can't I get myself to look at it?

It's hurting me and I'm tired of it

I don't like it, it's stupid and mean

I hate it, I don't want it

I'm tired of lugging it around

I'm tired of putting up with its crap

It's time for it to go

I feel it coming

Release

Whatever it takes, Lord

Whether me or a memory

Or an unwanted guest

It has to go

And I praise you

For I know it will

I know, for you will it

And I am willing

How faithfully you guard over your word

How jealously you guard your name

How generously you love my soul

Stephen Pursell,

original: 12/12/02, revised: 9/10/14