Loud Is The World

Loud is the world
 That always bleeds through
 A tainted replacement for that which is true
 And I let it hold me and whisper its lies
 It feeds what is dead in this flesh I despise
 Yet there's a light in this smothering black
 That guides and revives, and provides what I lack
 But as soon as I find once again I am lost
 Drowning in waves of temptation I'm tossed
 I'm tossed
 Always falling under the layers of deceit
 The enemy before me grabbing at my feet
 And I reach for the hand of the Savior I know
 He lifts me up as the world slips below
 Soon yet another temptation appears
 I'm pulled through the test by a Father who cares
 But blinded by pride once again I concede
 Upon all my hidden desires
 I feed, I feed
 Pour your grace on me
 For I am weak but I believe
 I need to be free
 Of everything that comes between
 My Father and me
 Pour your grace on me
 For I am weak but I believe
 I need to be free
 Of everything that comes between
 My Father and me