Joshua Houeto - Ichabod

Lord I don't feel your presence, anymore I'm a mess and
I know my sin preventing me from being repentant
Lord I don't feel your presence

Like the prodigal I left home been gone, on the go, been a lost soul on the road
Been comfortable and vulnerable in sin, my vision blurred I been immersed in this
Quick sand, it felt good, till it demanded, all of me, no John legend, I been trapped
Been stressing, not intact, my syntax been strung backwards, cause
I lost the words to be saying to the lord, while I'm in the pit
It seems that I'm finished, tried to be independent, now I see where that be getting me
I know I been dishonest, I been gaming multiplayer, with demons
Having all this fun, now I wanna be leaving, but heavy chains, up on my legs
Been infected by the mess, lost the blessing, tossed the message in the wreckage
How I dread, all the consequences that be coming when I'm walking
So far from the father I don't know if I will make it back, no longer in sync like Justin
Feeling like a bad dude no Eryka, strumming my pain like
Lauryn Hill and it's killing me softly I'm not in the will
No longer in sync like Justin, feeling like a bad dude no Eryka
Strumming my pain like Lauryn Hill and it's killing me softly I'm not in the will

Lord I don't feel your presence, anymore I'm a mess and
I know my sin preventing me from being repentant
Lord I don't feel your presence

Wake wake wake wake up
Wake wake wake wake up

I'm just a man whose lost his vision
Stones in the hands of my affliction
Can I really say that I'm a Christian
With the way that I'm prone to living
Cold winds, heavy breeze, ice chill, strife and grief, mad shame
Unbelief, and this guilt attacking me, in a cage with no key
Within me I do see internal anarchy, domination of greed, locked
In mortal combat, hit with fatalities, I'm enticed son, can't hear anymore
It's like an lost ear I don't listen anymore
To the Lord though He put me in the Holy field, so pitiful and sinful
I wrecked myself and let go, the enemy wanna kill me
Fill me, with doubt then take me out, and the flesh wanna grill me
I be swerving, and falling and losing my way, trying get back but
It feels to late, lost two times got two L's, wait, that ain't cool J, I'm i saved? doing it
Doing it wild, reckless in my ways
Ransacked by the bandits of brokenness now I'm in the mud
Back track way back to his love--before I left my father's house
And then I ran away, I'm sitting and thinking of finding my way
Back to the place of His passionate grace, I'm reminded that
I have a greater purpose, than being caught up in these sinful
Worldly carnal workings, I'm going home hire me to be a servant
But you tell me that my price is paid, don't gotta be a slave
Even if I run away I am still your son, but you tell me that my price is paid
Don't gotta be a slave I been entangled, but there's freedom in your love

Written by:
Joshua Houeto

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find