Pray

Foolishness plays a game that you want to win
Seemingly I will always gain nothing
But even though you're ignorant as a thin knot
Love will take your life and let it sink in

Caress the flower, find the prickled thorns
Despite the fact that you've been scorned
Of sudden shame, you choose to hide
Above buried graves, you can't see my mourn

My hands are dry, but they are ready
I've taken steps, so light and heavy
There is no reason to stop the divine words
But you seem to depend on your own medley

Hear me out, stop the words of disdain
I'm growing weary as the heavy words remain
He knows your life, but there is no holding hands
Pray again, and follow the Name