Few Left Standing Fruitless Lyrics

Fruitless Lyrics

repentance



I am weak in myself



separated from faith



comfortable complacency



my crutch has fallen



break my pride



mend my soul



break my heart



brokenness



temptations become my desires



no sign of conviction



as a dog returns to his vomit



I return to my inequities



chords of death entangle me



torrents of destruction fall upon me



chords of the grave coil around me



snares of death confront me



in my distress I call out to God for help



die to your ways



You're the victim of you



my eyes have seen



I have tasted the truth



but everyday remains the same



fruitless