I am the sheep that got lost and there is no turning back. I'm as mad as
Hell. There's no place to run. I'm without the One who made me though I'm
Not sure I was ever with Him. There's no place to run. I'm without the One
Who made me though I'm not sure I was ever with Him. Oh God, oh my God. Oh
God, where are You now. Oh my God, where are You now. Oh God, oh my God.
Here's where I stand. Removed and cursed. Where is Your holy communion now.
There is no turning back. I won't be back. There is no turning back. I
Won't be back.

Ending prayer:
I'm clinging loosely to prayers, that lately, I feel as if have fallen upon
Deaf ears. Where are You? Where are You as my faith waivers? Where are You
In this blinding haze? And where were You? Where were You when I would seek
To find joy in my trials and found no peace? Where were You when I did not
Doubt Your love but could not feel it? And why won't You answer me?... Why
Won't Your presence pierce this deafening silence I have been screaming
Through for so long. For so long my voice has grown weary in Your absence.
For where Your voice once spoke so clearly there are no words. The cup You
Once filled so abundantly has run dry. And where Your light once led so
Assuredly I feel so unguided. Still I press on. For I have felt You in the
Past guiding me in my desire to change. Finding a path through falling
Tears, it seems I have turned my back and walked away. Seeing my reflection
And not recognizing my own face, not knowing why You've allowed me to get
Here. Though there was a time when the weight of Your reality brought me to
My knees. When my shame and my convictions found my heart crying out for
Change. When trying times gave way to white seasons. And my fears would
Flee the resounding sound of Your heart beating within my chest. Your blood
Coursing through my veins purifying and breathing life into this lifeless
Body. It now seems as though I have let the sun set on that season. The
World You freed me from now crushes me under it's heel. And this flesh your
Spirit once cleansed is now crawling. Festering. Rotting from the inside.
Numb to your touch. Calloused. Closed off. I feel alone and overlooked. I
Don't know if I'll ever find my way back.