When you were born,
he had reason to rejoice.
When you grew older,
he gave you a choice.

For many years
you did the right thing.
But when the path became rough,
you ran from under his wing.

You ran for protection
within the violent storm,
you found a house
that was anything but warm.

They welcomed you
with open arms,
And when they beckoned you near
you fell for their charms.

You made yourself at home
but it was all in vain,
and when they stabbed you through
you cursed him for the pain.

How dare you blame God
for all that he's done.
He gave you your life,
and also his son.

You're stuck in between,
you're living your life
running for God
after playing with knives.

Someday you'll wake up,
someday you'll see,
that when escaping danger
only he can set you free.