I am the master of my own flesh
Im the maker of my own bliss
I will be the writer of my own story
I will be the healer of my own body
But why someone is owning me
Teaching me to create my own misery
Why I am in this carnal mind
I can't think straight, I can't decide
Who then is my master?
Who then is my preacher?
Who then will I honor?
The master of light or the leader of terror
Bring back my sanity
Master of peace and dignity
Who then will I rule?
Is it you or the one they ridicule?
Why I am so weak in temptation?
Why I can give my whole adoration?
To the healer of the wicked and abomination
Why I choose this world's condemnation?
Why I am easy to fall for sin?
That's why I always feel so unclean
Who then will cleanse me?
That I will be totally free
Why I am so wicked?
In the name of God I didn't trusted
That He can lift me in this state
The state of unendless torment
Why I can't decide whom I trust
That this agony of sin will never last
If I will put my trust from God above
That He will lift me up in my dark past
Who is my master then?
It should be Jesus,His only begotten
The one who will rescue our soul
The one who give life and make us whole.
©iammary
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