Direct Son Light

In this moment there is nothing that I want more than to be right here.

Doing nothing but praising Him.

Burned and marred, Here I am, blimished and scarred.

I have no where else to run.

I have no where else to run.

But even if I did, I wouldn't go.

Because He is here, and He knows how I felt.

Alone. Trapped. Ugly.

And He is forgiving,

If only I'll appologize.

If only' I'll repent and turn.

But it is easier to persist ignorantly into dark sin,

Than to turn into direct Son light.