Staring down a barrel without a God at its end
I�m grasping every straw to find something to give me grace
Hoping there�s something or someone that would to take this fall
was left to wonder and to wandering for far some time.
Saw those ripe with disease become filled with Hinn�s grace
Sickened by his emotion, unsettled by hit cost I asked,
�Is this path I�ve earned? But what of that which is lost?�

For these questions I had but no reply
Lest the audience cheered and jaunted,
�But God Has Told You Why!�
They shower me no affection nor open arms
Where once I was they would be there
Instead I found thorns of old
Buried deeply in my side