Father I know there is just one
Just one road that leads to the Son.
Tens of thousands of steps in stride
Yet still no proof the old man has died.
I take it all upon myself,
The mistakes that I have made.
From the slavers table once again
The debt has been paid.
Would I watch you die a thousand times?
How would that be fair?
To deny the strength of the very arms
That take my lifeless body there?
Yes Lord there is a road,
I have trod it once or twice.
But stood on the shore of the river of life
Shunning your advice.
So I took a chance and rolled the dice
Wanting something real.
After all, what could be worse
Then the hell I always feel?
If this is what I make my life
Then I know what I must do.
Only that which is left to die
Can be submitted back to you.